All language subtitles for Anatole Litvak - Sorry, Wrong Number - English with German Subs

- Operator, operator? Operator?
- Your call, please?

Operator, I've been ringing Murray hill
3-5097 for the last half hour,

and the line is always busy.
Will you ring it for me, please?

Murray hill 3-5097.
One moment, please.

My husband's office.
He should've been home hours ago.

I can't think what's keeping him or why
that ridiculous wire should be busy.

They always close that office
at six o'clock.

- Ringing Murray hill 3-5097.
- Thank you.

Hello? Hello?

- Hello, Mr. Stevenson, please.
- Hello?

- I want to speak to Mr. Henry Stevenson.
- Hello, George? Speaking.

Hello. Who is this?
What number am I calling?

I got your message, George.
Everything okay for tonight?

Yeah, everything's okay. I...

Excuse me. What's going on here?
I'm using this wire.

- Okay, it's still 11:15, George?
- 11:15 js right.

- You got it all straight now, I hope.
- Yeah, I think so.

At eleven o'clock, the private patrolman

goes around to the bar
on 2nd Avenue for a beer.

Then I get in through the kitchen window
at the back.

Then I wait till the train
goes over the bridge,

in case her window is open
and she should scream.

Hello? Who is this?

Hey, I forgot to ask you.
Still don't wanna use the gun?

Nah. But make it quick.

Our client says he doesn't wish
to make her suffer long.

Okay, George, don't worry.
There won't be any slip-up. You know me.

And don't forget to take
the rings and bracelets,

and the jewelry in the bureau drawer.

Our client wishes to make it look like
simple robbery.

Simple robbery. That's very important.

Okay, okay.

Now, let me just check
the address again. It's...

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Your call, please.

Operator, you've just given me
a wrong number.

I'm sorry, madam.
What number were you calling?

Why, I was calling Murray hill 3-5097,
that's my husband's office,

and instead, I was cut into
some other number that you dialed.

The wires must have crossed
or something,

and I've just heard
the most dreadful thing.

- A murder.
- Yes, madam?

And now, I want you to get that
wrong number back for me at once.

I'm sorry, madam. I do not understand.

You dialed a number for me
just a moment ago. Murray hill 3-5097.

It was busy for so long,
and I asked you to get it and you did.

And then those horrible men
came on, and...

Well, it's unnerved me dreadfully.
I'm an invalid, you know.

I will connect you
with the chief operator.

Please.

Chief operator. May I help you?

Chief operator, I'm an invalid,

and I've just had a dreadful shock
tonight over the telephone,

and I'm very anxious to trace the call.

It was about a murder,
a terrible, coldblooded murder,

of a poor, innocent woman
tonight at 11:15 pm.

I see.

I was trying to reach
my husband's office.

He should've been home hours
and hours ago, and I'm all alone tonight.

My nurse has the night off,
because my husband had promised...

As a matter of fact,
he'd sworn he'd be home by 6:00 pm.

I don't know any of the neighbors,
as we live permanently in Chicago.

Well, it so happens that the couple
I have working for me

had some important date, or other.
I don't know. A movie, I suppose.

They said it was promised them
three weeks ago.

You could've thought they'd at least
have checked with me before leaving,

had some realization of my condition.

But I've been ringing and ringing
the bell for nearly an hour,

hoping they'd come back, or something,
and there isn't a sound downstairs...

- Not a sound.
- Yes, madam.

So, as I say, when I kept getting
the busy signal in my husband's office,

I naturally dialed the operator,
and told her to try it, and she did.

And then, out of a clear sky,

I was cut into this ghastly conversation
between two killers.

And now,
I'd like you to trace it for me at once.

- Well, madam, that depends.
- Depends on what?

On whether the parties
have stopped talking to each other.

Well, of course they've stopped talking
to each other by now.

It was just a short call.
They weren't exactly gossiping.

And what is your reason
for having this call traced, madam?

Reason? Do I have to have a reason
when I overheard two murderers?

Isn't it obvious?
Now, look here, my good woman.

You probably don't understand,

but a human being, a woman,
is going to be killed somewhere,

somewhere in this very city. And this
murder is going to take place tonight.

Do you hear me? Tonight at 11:15 pm.
Now, isn't that a good enough reason?

I quite understand, madam,

but I would suggest that you turn
this information over to the police.

For heaven's sakes,
all this idiotic red tape!

You'd just sit there and let people die!

- Your call, please.
- Give me the police.

Yes, madam.
Ringing the police department.

Tick-tock, tick-tock
listen to the big tick-tock

isn't that nice?

That's better.

Say, maybe that's your mom
calling for you.

Precinct 17. Duffy speaking.

Yes?

Yes, Mrs. Stevenson. I remember you.

What? You what?

A murder? Yes, go ahead.

But there's lots of people
by the name of George.

And as for the private patrolman,
and 2nd Avenue, and the bridge...

2nd Avenue is a very long street.

And do you happen to know

how many Bridges there are
in the city of New York alone?

Not to mention Brooklyn,
staten island, queens and the Bronx?

Telephones are very funny things.

Now, look, lady, a lot of murders
are committed in this town every day.

If we could stop them, we would.
But a clue of this kind that's so vague,

well, it's not much more use to us
than no clue at all,

unless you think
there's something phony about this call,

and somebody is planning
to murder you.

Me?

Of course not. That would be ridiculous.
I mean, why should anybody?

Well, you see, ma'am?
There's nothing for you to worry about.

- Now, if you'll excuse me, please.
- Just a minute!

Will you please excuse me, ma'am,
for just one second?

Now, darling. Why are you crying?

Now be a good girl.
Everything is gonna be all right. There.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but I've got a couple
of other things here on my desk

that require my immediate attention.
Good night, ma'am.

All right, don't listen! Who cares?

Henry.

Henry, why do you leave me alone?

- Hello?
- Is this Plaza 5-10987?

Yes.

I have a person-to-person call
for Mrs. Henry Stevenson.

Chicago is calling.

- This is Mrs. Stevenson.
- One moment, please.

Go ahead, sir.

- Hello, Leona?
- Hello, dad.

Is that you, sweetie?
And how's my girl tonight?

- What are you doing, dad?
- What's that?

- Can you talk?
- If I can talk?

- Can you talk?
- Sure, sweetheart.

Go ahead, I can talk.

A murder?

Tonight, 11:15 pm?
You called the police? How come?

Where's Henry? Where's your nurse?

Henry told her she could, did he?

Well, then, why didn't he come home?

Business? What business?

Didn't I tell him time and again
that his first consideration is to you?

I'll worry about the business.

No, but really, dear, when the guy hasn't
another responsibility in the world,

and just because
I'm not around to check up on him.

Just forget about it. Maybe just a gag.

Couple of actors, maybe,
on a radio program.

- Radio? Radio program?
- Sometimes happens.

Honey, everybody...

Pardon me.

I wish you'd get the whole thing
over with and come home.

House is like a morgue without you.

Okay, dear, I won't keep you,
but I just wanted to check up as usual.

You'll call me tomorrow?

Yes, dear, I'll call you
tomorrow night, same time.

And, pet, tell Henry to call me
at the office tomorrow morning.

I'll have a talk with him.

Number 99, 99.

Number 17, 1-7.

There's a telephone call
for miss Elizabeth Jennings.

Okay. There's a telephone call
for miss Elizabeth Jennings.

Number 46.

Miss Elizabeth Jennings
is wanted on the phone.

Number 23, 23.

23? That makes two fours.

All it need now is 14 or 65.

- Miss Jennings?
- Just a second, please. Just a second.

We're getting pretty close now, ladies.

Pretty close to that super-duper
electric blanket,

donated by bollcomb's drug store,
and the next number is...

You're wanted on the phone,
miss Jennings. A Mrs. Stevenson.

- Number 59.
- Bingo!

- Baloney.
- May I check those numbers?

What's the matter?
What were you saying?

A Mrs. Stevenson wants to speak to you
on the phone.

- She said it's very important.
- Mrs. Stevenson?

Well, why, for heaven's sakes,
didn't you say so?

Hello?

I beg your pardon, Mrs. Stevenson.
I had no idea.

You're the last person on earth,
naturally, I'd ever keep waiting.

- Mr. Stevenson isn't home.
- Mr. Stevenson not home yet?

- Do you know where he is?
- Why, no, I don't, Mrs. Stevenson.

Mr. Stevenson was supposed
to come home hours ago.

Well, that is odd, isn't it?

Last time I saw him,
he was leaving to keep an appointment.

- Where?
- No, I don't know where,

but I do know he had a lunch date
with a young lady.

Yes. Rather good-looking.

She came into the office this morning.

Said her name was lord.
Mrs. Frederick lord.

Seemed very anxious to see him.
Waited for him at least two hours.

Mr. Stevenson? Someone to see you.

Some other time.
I told you, I'm busy today.

Hello, Henry.

- Don"t you remember me?
- Why... why, sure, sure.

Well, now, what do you know?
Come in, won't you?

Yes, that's just the way
he greeted her, Mrs. Stevenson.

He didn't seem to be expecting her.

But I'm sure she was
somebody of importance to him.

Unfortunately, I couldn't hear much
of what they said.

But the conversation wasn't very long,

and I do know Mr. Stevenson
made a date to meet her later.

I'll be there in about an hour.
Ask for Maurice.

- He'll show you to my table.
- Thank you. I'll be there.

I don't know why,
but he didn't leave with her.

I'll be back later this afternoon.

If anyone calls, take the message.
I'll be in touch with you.

Yes, Mr. Stevenson.

I don't know where he went
after that, Mrs. Stevenson.

All I know is, I never saw
or heard from him again all day.

It was 6:30 pm when I went home,

and I was practically the last to leave,
except for Jimmy, the Porter.

No, he didn't even come back to get
his messages. There was only one.

Some man on staten island
who keeps calling him every week.

A Mr. Evans. A regular pest he is, too.

But on the other hand,
it's not at all unusual

for Mr. Stevenson to stay away all day.

And I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.

Now, Mrs. Stevenson, I do hope
I haven't let any cat out of the bag.

But I'm sure, Mrs. Stevenson,
it was all quite harmless.

Mr. Stevenson seems so devoted,
speaks so beautifully of you.

Did you like the flowers this week?
I had the feeling...

I mean,
I thought camellias might be sweet

just for a change, you know?

- Hello?
- Mr. Stevenson, please?

- He's not in. Who's calling?
- This is Mr. Evans.

- When do you expect him, please?
- T don't know.

- He should be here any minute.
- Do you know where I could reach him?

I'm sure I don't know
where Mr. Stevenson is. Call back later.

Would 15 minutes be all right?
I haven't much time.

I'm leaving the city before midnight.

- Yes. All right. Fifteen minutes.
- Thank you, I will.

And you'll tell him that I called, please,
in case he does come in?

- Yes.
- The name is Evans.

- It's very important.
- Yes, all right.

Hello, this is the lord residence.

I'd like to speak to Mrs. lord, please.

Mrs. lord? One moment, please.

- That for me, Pete?
- No. A lady for mommy.

I don't know why you're not asleep.

Sally, will you do something
about Peter still being up?

Now, where was I? Yes.

"That the said Henry Stevenson did..."

Is that bayonne, or Cicero there?

Bayonne. The bayonne plant of
the cotterell corporation.

Headquarters on staten island?

20 dunstan terrace, staten island.

- Hello?
- Hello, Mrs. lord?

- Yes, this is she.
- This is Mrs. Henry Stevenson.

I don't believe we've met,

but I understand
you saw my husband this afternoon.

- Yes, yes.
- As it so happens, Mrs. lord,

my husband hasn't come home
this evening.

I can't seem to locate him,

and I thought, perhaps,
you might give me some idea.

- Yes, yes.
- I can't hear you, Mrs. lord.

Would you please speak up a little?

- Certainly. I...
- Is there anything wrong?

You're not keeping something
from me, I hope.

No, no. Could I call you back, please?

- Call me back? Why?
- Because I...

It's my bridge day, you know.

What's that?
What has bridge got to do with it?

Excuse me, but I don't
understand you at all, Mrs. lord.

I'm sorry. And then...

- There's that excursion to roton point.
- Roton point?

Who is it?

Well, look, Mrs. lord,
are you trying to make fun of me?

Just in case you don't happen to know it,
I'm a hopeless invalid.

- Just a minute. I'll give you the recipe.
- What are you talking about?

Mrs. lord, is my husband there
with you? Is he? Tell me the truth!

It's three eggs separated,
two measuring cups of milk,

a third of a cup of shortening.

Then cream the shortening
with a little sugar,

then add a level tablespoon of flour.

Leona. Leona, just a minute.

This is Sally. Sally hunt, Leona.

Sally? Sally hunt?

I'm sorry to be so ridiculous,
but I can't talk now.

Say, mommy, you want me to ask daddy
to stop typing so you can talk better?

- Darling, please go to sleep.
- All right, mom.

It's impossible for me
to explain right now,

but I'll call you back as soon as I can.
Sally!-

Sally!
Now, where's she gone? Sally!

- Yes, dear?
- I thought you'd gone out again.

Joe would like a bottle of beer.
Got any on ice?

No, Fred, I don't believe so.

- But I'll go down to the store.
- Okay, honey.

Thanks, Sally.

- Let's see. Where were we?
- We better start a new paragraph.

Sally hunt.

Sally hunt.

May I cut in?
You don't mind, do you, Sally?

It's an old Spanish custom.
The hag line.

I'm Leona cotterell. What's your name?

- This is Mr. Henry Stevenson.
- Hello, Henry. Shall we dance?

If you don't mind, miss, where I come
from, it's the man who does the picking.

All right, go ahead.

Why don't you get somebody
your own speed?

That is, I'm sure
there are better dancers around.

You'll do all right, Henry.
Leona knows her way around the floor.

- Did you say your name was cotterell?
- Yes, that's right.

There's a big drug company
by the name of cotterell.

I don't suppose
it could be any connection?

I'm afraid there is. My father owns it.

You mean j.B. Cotterell?

Anything wrong with that?

No, it's just that I've always pictured
j.B. Cotterell as a, sort of,

walking tube of toothpaste.

What do they call you,
"the aspirin heiress"?

No. I believe it's "the cough drop queen.”

You know, there's nothing wrong
with your dancing.

- Do you do a lot of it?
- Not at places like this.

You're from out of town?

Well, that depends
on what you call "out of town."

I don't know. Harvard?

Are you trying to be funny?

Okay. What do you call "out of town"?

Grassville.

- What college is up there?
- No college.

Just steel pipes and mica parts.

- I'm sorry. I didn't know.
- That's all right.

To be perfectly frank with you,
I never even finished high school,

- not that I wouldn't have liked to.
- Neither did my father.

As a matter of fact,
he never got past the seventh grade.

- You don't say?
- My father always says,

"if a man hasn't any talent for making
money, college won't knock it into him.

And if he has a talent for making money,
why should he waste his time in college?"

There's something in that, too.

I guess your old man ought to know
when it comes to making money.

- Well, t'll be getting along now.
- Just a minute.

What do you say
we sit the next one out?

Sit it out? What for?

I've got my own car off campus
just outside the main gate.

It's a lagonda. I just got it from Europe.

- Did you ever drive one?
- Never heard of it.

Besides, Sally's probably
looking all over for me.

Well, what difference does that make?
This is a public dance, isn't it?

Don't worry. She'll never even miss you.

Yeah? But what about me missing her?

Or did that idea ever strike you?

Come on. Don't be silly.

For once, I'm not kidding.

Neither am I.

So long, miss cotterell.

I'm sorry I can't oblige that lagonda,
or whatever you call it.

Sally hunt.

I'd never put the two
of you together in a million years.

- Why?
- Well, you're both so different.

You belong in different worlds.

You don't belong here
in grassville, Henry.

- What makes you say that?
- Just a feeling.

I've been around a good deal, and I...

I think I can spot the real thing
a mile away.

Isn't that grassville over there, Henry?

Yeah.

- Guess we'd better turn around.
- Why? It's nice here.

Think so?

Stick around a few years
and see how much you like it.

Henry, that woman back there in the house

who opened the door for me,
was she your mother?

My mother's dead.

That's strange. So is mine.

She died when I was born.

- What was your mother like?
- I don't know.

You mean she died young, too?

She died last year, but I never knew her.

All she ever was to me was

just a line of wet clothes
hung across the kitchen,

a mess of greasy pots and pans
piled in the sink.

All t ever saw of her was

yellow soap and a mop and her old
run-over shoes standing in the closet.

It's funny, I guess,

but when I saw her lying there
in the undertaking parlor last year,

she seemed to me like
somebody I hardly knew.

I don't know why
I'm telling you all this.

There's nothing pretty or nice
about my life, anyway.

- Cigarette?
- Thanks.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

What do you do here
in grassville, Henry?

I have a job.

Just a meal ticket till I can
save up enough to get out of here.

- What kind of a job?
- I work in a drug store.

A drug store?

- Well, that is a coincidence.
- Yeah, a heck of a coincidence.

I work in a drug store,
and your father owns a hundred of 'em.

Would you like to meet him, Henry?

- Who are you kidding?
- Nobody.

I think dad will like you very much.

You're young, healthy, ambitious,

and you probably know
the drug business upside down.

I wouldn't say that, Leona.
"Leona."

Well, that's nice. Call me "Leona" again.

I just work in a drug store.
That's a different thing.

But I like you,
and that's a different thing, too.

Like me, like you.

Come on. We're both acting like
a couple of kids playing cat and mouse.

Besides, what does a dame like you
want with a guy like me?

May I?

Dad is coming to New York
on business next weekend.

And I'm cutting my classes on Saturday.

Want to come with me?

I don't quite know how to say it, Leona...

Well, say it and get it over with,
for heaven's sakes.

I'm leaving in a few minutes.

You've been seeing a lot of Henry
in the past few weeks, haven't you?

- Yes. What about it?
- I just felt that I ought to warn you.

Warn me?

Henry's not the kind of man
to play around with.

Don't play around
with him anymore, please.

Who says I'm playing around with him?

Well, he's just not your type,
and you know it as well as I do.

I like your nerve.

Henry's poor, Leona.
He's been bitterly poor all his life.

I know that wouldn't matter to some boys,
but it does matter to him terribly.

I've known him all my life.

Henry's father was a drunkard.

He'd work one day, and drink up
every penny in the house the next.

- There were eight children.
- So?

What has all this got to do
with the price of eggs?

Leona, don't turn his head,

or he'll never be able
to find himself again.

- You mean you can't stand the competition.
- For heaven's sake, that's not the point.

Oh, applesauce. Just in case,
you don't know it,

I happen to think a great deal
of Mr. Henry Stevenson.

- Look, Leona...
- And I happen to think he's much too good

- for that town of yours.
- T never said he wasn't.

And if I want to make something of him,
show him a good time,

introduce him to people,
that's my business.

And if I want to marry him,
that's my business, too.

Marry him?

You don't mean that.
You couldn't possibly.

- Why couldn't I?
- Because...

Because I happen to be
in love with him, Leona.

So am I, and I don't go around
rationalizing my emotions, either.

When I want something, I fight for it.

And I usually manage to get it.

But the fellow has nothing, honey.

No background, no education,
no training.

And what did you have
when you started in amarillo, Texas?

Look, honey,
I've spent money on your education,

taken you abroad,
given you everything in the world.

What do you want to
throw yourself away for?

- I love him.
- Love him?

Come on. If I really thought you did,
you know I'd be the first to...

What's the matter?

You make me laugh.

Why don't you be honest
with yourself just once?

What does it matter to you
if I love him or not?

All you want is for me to stay home
here with you for the rest of your life.

Look, honey, what parent
doesn't want to hold on to his child

until he's sure she has something better
than what he's given her?

Don't be silly. It's just that
you've become so dependent on me,

you won't be happy
until I feel the same way about you.

What are you talking about, Leona?

Haven't I always let you do
anything you ever wanted to do?

But marriage is something else.

I've worked hard. I've built up
a big business, just for you.

And you yourself wouldn't want to see
some worthless cluck of a husband...

- Leave me alone!
- Leona, don't, please!

You don't care about me. You're thinking
only of yourself and your business.

- You're hateful! Selfish and hateful!
- Leona, don't, please.

Try and be calm.
You'll make yourself sick.

And what good is your wonderful money
and your wonderful business if I'm dead?

Yes, that's what you want to do!
Drive me into my grave!

But you don't care,
just as long as your business is safe!

Leona, how can you say
a thing like that?

Go away! Don't touch me!

- Leonal!
- T said don't touch me!

- Leonal!
- Don't you dare touch me!

Leona! Leona, darling. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean...

We'll talk this over again, dearest.
Maybe we can work something out.

Leona! Wilkins! Wilkins!

I, Leona, take thee, Henry...

I, Leona, take thee, Henry...

- To my wedded husband...
- To my wedded husband...

- To have and to hold...
- To have and to hold...

- From this day forward...
- From this day forward...

I, Leona, take thee, Henry...

I, Leona, take thee, Henry...

I, Leona, take thee, Henry...

Henry, hurry up, darling.
I've reserved a table at Maxine's.

The opera starts at 7:30.
You know how I hate being late.

- In a minute, sweetheart.
- Where's your wallet?

My wallet? Must be in my coat pocket.

Sally hunt.

- Hello?
- Hello? This is Sally again.

My husband was there.

Well, it certainly was rather odd,
to say the least.

This whole thing must seem
very peculiar to you, Leona,

hearing from me after all of these years.

But I had to see Henry again today.
I've been so worried about him.

Worried? About what?

Well, it's a little bit difficult
for me to explain,

but about five weeks ago,

Fred, he's my husband,

and he works in
the district attorney's office...

- That's interesting.
- What's interesting?

Drink your milk, Peter.
What were you saying, dear?

A kind of a funny coincidence
I read in the paper

about an old boyfriend of yours.

What old boyfriend?

Didn't you used to be stuck on
a guy named Henry Stevenson?

I used to know him, yes.
What's he done?

He just got his picture in the paper.
He and his wife.

"Mr. and Mrs. Henry Stevenson.
She is the former Leona cotterell,

the cough drop queen
of lake forest, Illinois...

Have taken a house for
the summer in New York City.

Mrs. Stevenson,
in poor health for several years,

is here to consult the eminent
specialist, Dr. Philip Alexander.

Mr. Stevenson is a vice president of
the cotterell corporation of Chicago."

A cough drop queen? That's funny.

Whoever heard of
a cough drop queen?

- He looks so different.
- Do you think so?

- What are you saving it for?
- A case I'm working on just now.

Toast is burning.

Fred, I know
it's supposed to be a secret,

but why did you tear out that clipping?

What possible connection can
Henry Stevenson have to you?

No connection to me. It's just a kind
of a hunch I'm working on right now.

What's it about?

Sort of a special investigation I'm doing.

Henry hasn't done anything,
though, has he?

I'm sorry, honey,
but that's one too many questions.

Say, don't tell me
you're still stuck on the guy?

Don't be silly.

- Finished, Peter?
- Yes, mom.

Lord speaking.

Yes, Joe.

Yeah.

You did?

Great.

How about Stevenson?

What?

Yeah?

Well, now, that's pretty good news.
He fell for it?

Well, sure, we'll go. Sure.

Tell harpootlian to line it up.

Yes, $5,000's enough.

Have it in $100 bills,
be sure they're marked,

and keep your mouth shut,
for Pete's sake.

Okay.

Thursday. About 6:30 pm.

South ferry. Right, Joe.

You'll probably think it wasn't any of my
business, Leona, and I suppose it wasn't,

but anyway, at 6:30 that next Thursday,
I went down to south ferry.

I don't know what I expected to see.

As a matter of fact,
there wasn't much I could see at first,

but obviously,
the stage was all set for something.

Joe, he's Fred's closest friend,
and is on his staff, was there.

There was another man with him.

I guess he was this
harpootlian they've mentioned...

The one who was to bring
the $5,000 in marked money.

Are you sure Fred knows
where we're supposed to meet him?

Here he is.

- Sorry, fellas. I'm a little bit late.
- Come on. Let's go.

It may all sound silly to you now, Leona,

my spying on them
and poking around like that,

but something told me
I had to find out what was up.

I don't know.
I still can't explain why, but I...

I just followed them.

It was one of the weirdest days
I've ever spent.

Have you ever been
to staten island, Leona?

Some parts of it, of course,
are thickly settled.

But other parts seem to exist
in a kind of dream.

Like the lonely beach
we went to that day.

It was quite a desolate place, Leona,
far out on the island.

No one was in sight except...

Yes, a young boy, who was digging
for clams by the water's edge.

Further down, at the end of the beach,

there was nothing
but a few broken-down shacks.

And back of them,
an old deserted house.

A second later,
I saw Fred and the other two men

walking up toward the end
of a small road leading to the beach.

I couldn't quite make out
if they talked to the clam digger or not.

Anyhow, they entered one of the shacks

that looked to me like
an abandoned lunch stand.

It was then that my attention was drawn
to this strange-looking house.

It looked absolutely empty,

as though it hadn't been lived in
for years.

And yet, Leona,
a freshly-painted sign was in front.

20 dustan terrace.

It seemed to belong to somebody
called Evans. W. Evans.

I waited there, watching,

I'd say for about an hour, Leona.

Nothing happened.

And then, just as I was beginning to think
it was all a wild goose chase,

I saw something.
Something quite strange.

They were in there for a good half hour.

And when they finally came out,
at first, I didn't notice anything.

All I thought of was how to get out
of their way, so they wouldn't see me,

as they were heading
straight toward me.

But when they got close
and passed right in front of me,

I saw Fred was carrying the briefcase.

I didn't see my husband until
he came home late that night.

I was dying to ask
about what happened there

and what connection
it could possibly have with Henry,

but I didn't dare.

And now, unless we do something,
something drastic, it may be too late.

Madam, your five minutes are up.

Please deposit five cents
for the next five minutes.

Just a minute, please.
I know I have another nickel.

There. Are you still there, Leona?

Yes, I'm here, but this is one of
the gueerest things I've ever heard.

I know. I just didn't seem
to be able to connect Henry

with all of this
mysterious activity, either.

That's why I went to see him today,
to find out the truth from him.

- And did you?
- Scarcely.

I'm awfully sorry,
but it took much longer than I thought.

- I hope they took good care of you here.
- Yes, thank you.

Maurice, two Martinis, please.

And by the way, tell Louise
I'm expecting a call. It's very important.

Yes, sir.

Well, how have you been, Sally?
It's been a long time.

Yes, Henry. Eight years.

And how's dear old grassville
these days?

I don't know.
I haven't been there for years.

Well, you wanted to see me, Sally.
What was it about?

Well, it isn't easy for me to explain.
You see, I...

I've thought about you a great deal
in the past years, Henry,

and, well, yesterday...

- Two Martinis. Extra dry as always.
- Thank you.

Well, here's to good old grassville.

Go on. Tell me all about it.
What's happening up there?

I just told you, Henry,
I'm not living in grassville anymore.

- I'm married now, and I live in New York.
- Married? Well, what do you say?

- Anybody I know?
- No, he's a lawyer. As a matter of fact,

he works in the district attorney's office
on special assignments.

- That's why I wanted...
- Pardon me, sir.

- Would you like to order now?
- No, thanks. In a minute.

Maurice, who is that man
sitting behind me?

I don't know, Mr. Stevenson. I'm sorry.

Thanks. Forgive me. You were saying?
What's the matter?

- Do you want me to get you something else?
- No, thank you. I don't care for anything.

Well, then, if you don't mind,
I'm kind of thirsty.

Henry, what I'm trying to say is this.

A few days ago,
I saw a picture of you in the paper

about your being the vice president
of the cotterell company.

- Sounds beautiful, doesn't it?
- You're still married to Leona aren't you?

Sure, I'm still married to Leona.
Still live in Chicago.

Still work for my father-in-law.
Biggest drug business in the country.

What do you do there, Henry?

Push buttons,
like all the other vice presidents.

- I mean it, seriously.
- So do I. I'm the invoice king.

I supervise all the little invoices

that are made out on all the stuff
that goes into the cotterell bilge.

Thousands and thousands of little okays

that are made out
on little pieces of paper,

not to mention five carbon copies.

- How about some food? Waiter?
- Yes, sir?

Will you tell Albert
we're ready for lunch?

Henry, I don't mean to be inquisitive.
I only mean this for your own good.

My husband was making out
a report yesterday.

- Your call, Mr. Stevenson.
- Thank you.

Will you excuse me, Sally? Order something
in the meantime. I'll be right back.

I waited a while, then...

Please deposit five cents
for the next five minutes.

But I haven't got another nickel.

Leona. Leona, I have to call you back.

But I only wanted to say
that Henry never came back

from that telephone call,
and he is in trouble. Desperate trouble.

Fred's working on some kind of report
for headquarters tonight.

The case seems to be coming to a head,
and he's been telephoning.

I've heard him mention
Henry's name over and over again.

And there's someone else in it, too.
Someone called "Evans."

Your five minutes are up, madam.

Waldo Evans.

He owns the house out on staten island.
The one that I saw.

Pardon me, madam,
but your five minutes are up.

Just a minute.

Would you please give me some change?
I must make another telephone call.

- I'm sorry. We're closing up now, lady.
- But I...

Who is it? Who is it?

Wait a minute. I'm coming.

Can you hear me? I'm all alone here!

Who is it? For heaven's sake, who is it?

I can't come down!
I'm on the top floor, and I'm sick!

Wait a minute. Don't go away.
I need help. Please.

Please, don't go! Can't you hear me?
Can't you hear me?

I had to call you from the subway.
It's Sally.

Can you hear me better now?

The stores around here are closed by now,
and I couldn't find a booth.

I've been home, Leona, since I spoke
to you, and more has happened.

There was a police car standing
in front of the house when I got there.

It seems that house on staten island,

the one I saw,
was burned down this afternoon.

The police had thrown
a cordon around it.

They captured three men,
but this Waldo Evans escaped.

But who is this Waldo Evans?

And, for heaven's sakes,
what is his connection with Henry?

I still haven't found out, Leona.
But I do know the whole thing

has something to do
with your father's company.

My father's company?
Well, that's absurd.

My father called me from Chicago tonight.
He never mentioned a word.

Now, look, let's get this thing straight.
Who's been arrested, and why?

Three men. I don't know why.

And why do you think
Henry's one of them?

I didn't say he was. I only know
that he is involved somehow, terribly.

Did they say he'd been arrested,
or was going to be?

- No, not exactly.
- Then what are you talking about?

Why are you calling me like this?

Are you still jealous that I took Henry
away from you years ago?

Can't you bear to see me happy?

Can't you stop telling lies
and making trouble, even now?

Hello? Hello?

What's the matter with you?
Hello? Hello!

- Want some?
- No, no, thanks.

You know, I've got a kind of a hunch
that maybe we ought to call the chief

before we go downtown.

Hey, Fred. Yeah?

The train's here.
We'll be there in 10 minutes.

- You can call him then.
- Okay.

Hello?

Yes, this is Plaza 5-1098.
What is it?

This is western union.

I have a message
for a Mrs. Henry Stevenson.

Is there anyone there
to receive the message?

- This is Mrs. Stevenson.
- The telegram is as follows.

"Mrs. Henry Stevenson, 43 Sutton place,
New York, New York.

Darling, terribly sorry,
but last minute remembered

annual drug convention meeting,
Boston, tomorrow.

Taking next train out.
Back Sunday morning.

Keep well. All my love."
Signed, Henry.

That is all, madam. Do you wish us
to deliver a copy of the message?

Hello? Hello, madam?

Then I wait till the train
goes over the bridge,

in case her window is open
and she should scream.

Our client says the coast is clear.

I got your message, George.
Everything okay for tonight?

Where's Henry?
Business? What business?

Sometimes, days have gone by
when Mr. Stevenson hasn't come in.

Henry is in trouble, desperate trouble.

"Darling, terribly sorry. Taking
next train out. Back Sunday morning."

Then I wait till the train
goes over the bridge.

Then I wait till the train
goes over the bridge.

Then I wait till the train
goes over the bridge.

Dr. Smith's office.

No, the doctor isn't in right now.

- May I have him call you?
- About 11:00 pm.

All right, thank you.

Dr. Alexander's office.

No, madam, the doctor's not in.
May I take the message?

What was that, madam?
No, I could not say.

If you'll give me your name
and telephone number.

Yes, madam, I'll write it down.

Mrs. Stevenson.

Mrs. Henry Stevenson.

Yes. Plaza...

5-1098.

I'll try to reach him for you.

No, the doctor isn't in right now.

Yes, he'll be here by 11:00 pm.

- Pardon me, sir. Your office is calling.
- Thanks.

Sorry, honey, I'll be right back.
Order another drink, will you?

That horrible old phone.
I hope it's nothing important.

It won't be. Not tonight.

Doctor, I thought you'd never call.
You must come right over.

Come, come.
I'm sure it's not as bad as all that.

- Now, let's try to find out what's wrong.
- Wrong?

Everything's wrong.
I want you to come over at once!

I'm afraid I can't tonight,
Mrs. Stevenson.

Besides, we've gone into this
so many times before.

If you'd just make up your mind
to try to cooperate

with your husband and me
in our plan of action.

Plan of action?
What are you talking about?

Why, Mrs. Stevenson,
you know as well as I do.

I explained in my letter
over a week ago.

What letter?
I never received any letter from you.

But then, surely your husband...

- Hasn't he spoken to you, Mrs. Stevenson?
- What about?

I must say, I don't understand.

Look, Mrs. Stevenson,
I'm afraid this is not quite the time

or the place to go into all that.

If you try to get some sleep
and compose yourself,

perhaps we can discuss it tomorrow.

You'll discuss it now! Do you hear me?
Now! This very minute!

All right, Mrs. Stevenson.

Will you hold the phone
for a second, please?

Could you transfer this call
to the booth, please?

Yes, I'm sure we can.

Annie, will you switch
the doctor's call to the booth?

Hold on a moment.

Hello?

Hello, are you still there,
Mrs. Stevenson?

Yes, doctor, yes!

Well, if you insist upon knowing,

your husband called at my office
for the diagnosis of your case,

I'd say about 10 days ago.

I discussed your condition
with him thoroughly at that time.

It was then that I told him...

From all accounts, Mr. Stevenson,

your wife's illness seems to date
far back into her early childhood.

Yet, there were, at times, comparatively
long periods of good health.

- Is that true?
- Yes, I suppose so.

You mean to say you knew nothing of
your wife's illness when you married her?

No.

How soon after your marriage
did it first manifest itself?

Well, I...

I don't remember the date exactly.

I should say it was a couple of years
after we were married.

You see, doctor,

we were living with her father then,
in Chicago, at lake forest.

Marie?

Marie, will you get me
Mrs. Stevenson's bag?

Look, honey, about lunch today, I...

I'd like to have Mrs. Stevenson's bag.

- It's all right, Marie.
- Yes, madam.

- How much do you want?
- How much do I...

I'm sorry to disappoint you, dear,
but it isn't what you think.

It's simply that I wrote
Ferguson's telephone number

in your notebook last night.
Yes? And?

I was just going to tell you,
I have a date for lunch with him today.

Today? You know perfectly well

you're having lunch with me today.
It's Friday.

I know, dear,
but it won't be able to make it.

This date with Ferguson's
rather important.

- More important than me, I suppose?
- It isn't that, Leona.

It's just that I had a talk with him
last night, and he asked me to drop by.

It's about a job.

A job? What on earth
are you talking about? You have a job.

Madam, is this the suit
you're going to wear?

If you don't mind, Marie,
I'd like to speak to Mrs. Stevenson alone.

- But madam is late already.
- Will you get out, please?

What I mean to say, dear,

and I've been meaning
to say it for weeks is that,

I don't belong to
your father's organization.

Sure, I married his daughter.
So, I'm a vice president now.

I have a nice office, my name on the door,
even a secretary.

But what do I do? Nothing.

What do you want to do,
run the place after six months?

No. But at least I'd like to hope
that someday I'd get a chance to try.

But working for your father
is like running in a dream.

No matter how hard you try,
you know you'll never get anywhere.

- Nonsense. Dad despises deadwood.
- Sure.

Only I happen to be his son-in-law.
I'm not blind, Leona.

As long as I'm married to you,
he'll never give me a real chance.

You're making mountains
out of molehills.

Look, honey.
I'm only trying to be honest with you.

I don't wanna just graft off
your charity the rest of my life.

I want a chance. A chance on my own.

Only you're not getting the chance.

I won't have you traipsing around.
Do you hear?

Just because dad doesn't go falling
all over himself, you're not going

to throw away a million-dollar business
like cotterell's for an idle whim.

It happens to be
my business, too, you know.

And to think my own husband
turns up his nose at it.

Now, will you ring for Marie, please?
I'm late already.

And call Ferguson and tell him
you've changed your mind. Hurry up.

But I didn't change my mind, Leona.

You mean you're still going?

Yes, and I'm sure one day,
you'll see it'll be better for both of us.

Henry! Henry, wait!

No, you're not going,
not as long as you're my husband.

Leona. Come on. Don't be silly, Leona.
Give me that key.

You can't do it! You can't do this to me!
Nobody's ever done it! Nobody! Nobody!

Would you please stop it
and give me that key?

Henry, please, if you love me...
If you love me at all, don't do this.

Henry, I beg you.
I promise you, I'll talk to dad.

I'll do anything, anything you want!

- Only, don't leave me! Don't go away!
- Give me that key.

No, I won't! I won't! I won't!
Don't leave me!

You're hurting me!

Henry, please, I love you.
Henry, don't, I beg you.

Henry. Henry!

Henry!

- Good evening, Wilkins.
- Good evening, sir.

- Mrs. Stevenson upstairs?
- Yes, sir. She's upstairs.

- What is this? Anybody sick?
- I beg your pardon, sir?

Henry. Henry, come here.
I want to talk to you.

What's the matter?

- It isn't Leona, I hope.
- Yes, it is.

She had an attack today. A heart attack.
She almost died.

A heart attack?

Come in. There's something
I wanna discuss with you.

You two have any words this morning?

Yes, but what's that got to do
with Leona's heart?

Weren't you supposed
to have lunch together today?

Yes.

I'm asking you, why didn't you have
lunch with my daughter today?

- Because I had to see somebody else.
- And she didn't object to it?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
we had an argument over it.

- A rather private one.
- About what?

Look, Mr. cotterell, if you don't mind,
I'd like to see my wife.

You'll see her
when she's ready to see you.

Now, wait a minute, Mr. cotterell.
What's this all about?

Sit down, Stevenson.
Just in case you don't know it,

Leona's had a heart condition
since she was a little girl.

Her mother died of it
the day she was born.

Leona can't stand being treated
the way you did this morning.

She never has been before, and she's not
going to be now, by you or anyone.

And what happens if once in a while,
her husband has an opinion of his own?

I don't give a hoot about your opinions.
Have them. Think anything you like.

But while you're in this house,
you do what my daughter tells you to do.

Listen, Mr. cotterell. I don't think this
is the time for this kind of a discussion,

but as long as you insist,
I might as well tell you.

The argument I had with Leona this morning
was about a very important decision.

Nonsense.

A decision I made as much for the sake
of my wife's future as for mine.

And now, if you'll excuse me.

And it was for the sake of her future

that you had lunch today
with bill Ferguson?

Well, did you get the job?

No, I didn't.

You think you're so bright,
Mr. Stevenson.

But it so happens
that bill Ferguson sells me

$2 million worth of dyes every year.

Who do you think he's going
to care more about, you or me?

- So, that's what's happened.
- Now, let's see.

Who else in Chicago would you
like to have lunch with about a job?

Go ahead. I'm open to suggestions.

Face up to it, Stevenson.
You haven't a chance.

Just as long as you're my son-in-law,

you're working for cotterell's
and nobody else.

Come on, Stevenson. Stop being a kid.

If you really cared for Leona
the way I do,

I'm sure you'd have done
the same thing in my place.

Besides, you haven't done
so badly for yourself.

And even if you think you have,

it's still a whole lot better
than grassville.

Now, you'd better go and see Leona.
She's asking for you.

Maybe I shouldn't have
given in like that, doctor.

Maybe that was the moment to pull out.

Yes, things might have been different.
But somehow, I couldn't.

Probably, the old man
wasn't altogether wrong about me.

No, I couldn't go back
to grassville anymore.

I suppose from that day on,
I began to compromise,

always with the one hope
in the back of my mind

that somehow, someday,
I'd win out on my own.

How long did this attack
of Mrs. Stevenson's last?

She got well pretty quickly.

For a while, everything seemed
to straighten out.

I was given a new office,
even a new title.

But it wasn't long before
we were back where we started.

- You mean she suffered another attack?
- Yes, several.

I remember one day in particular.
It was about a year later.

I had an idea that I thought...
That I hoped might help the situation.

It's the first steps on your left, sir.

- Shall I open...
- It's all right.

I have the key right here.
Very good, sir.

- This way, Leona.
- Look, Henry, don't you think

it's about time you let me in
on this jolly little secret?

- Well, let me show you first.
- Just a minute.

If it's another apartment,
I don't want it.

But you haven't even seen it, Leona.
It's really something.

It has terraces all the way around,

a 45-foot living room, a private bar.
Come on.

I've told you a thousand times,
we don't need an apartment.

It isn't an apartment
I'm looking for, Leona.

What I want is a home,
a home of our own.

We just can't go on living
with your father forever.

I don't see why not.

There's plenty of room, it's comfortable,
I like it.

Besides, who's going to pay
for this little thing?

- Well, I hope, eventually, I will.
- Eventually.

But in the meantime, it's my money,
and I'm the one who's going to pay for it.

Henry.

Henry, you're so naive. You're like
a little boy with a box of candy.

I can't just throw my money away
on everything you happen to see.

- There's a limit.
- A limit. Sure, there's a limit.

I'm supposed to follow you around
like a pet dog tied to a chain.

I'm supposed to like whatever crumbs
you want to throw me.

- Henry, don't be ridiculous.
- You've got me sewed up

16 different ways for three meals
a day and pocket money.

That's all you care about.
That's all you married me for, my money.

- I should've known it. I should've...
- Stop it, Leona. Let's not go to pieces.

Please, just for once,
will you listen to me?

You hate me. You're bored with me.
All you want to do is get away.

Okay, I'm bored. Bored stiff.

Who wouldn't be with that neat little
routine you've got cooked up for me?

What do I do,
but keep running back and forth

between that rotten office
and that stuffy house of yours?

What do I have? Nothing.
Nothing of my own.

Not even the studs on my shirt,
nor the matches in my pocket.

Henry, how can you say this to me?

Remember? You told me once
I'd love this kind of life.

Do you wanna know something?
I do love it.

I love it now more than you'll ever know.

But I wanna be my own boss,
profiting by every bit of it.

Not just a stooge
on the outside looking in. Get it?

Get me some water, quick.

Please, Leona.
It isn't that I wanna be without you.

I could love you still,
if only you'd try to understand.

Henry, I feel ill.

I came to know her better,
of course, after a while.

I held my temper in better,
about everything.

But even so, ho matter how hard I tried,

her attacks increased in violence
and became more and more frequent.

Sometimes, it was just some little thing
that'd set her off.

And then, I guess
it was about a year ago,

she just seemed to give up hope
of ever getting well

and took to her bed
more or less permanently.

When we left for New York this summer,

Dr. vernet in Chicago told me
she didn't have much of a chance.

Since then, it's been
more and more like a nightmare.

I don't know exactly how to tell you this,
Mr. Stevenson.

It will probably be quite a shock to you.

But if you wanna know
the truth about your wife,

there's absolutely nothing wrong
organically with her heart.

It's as sound as a bell.
I've examined her thoroughly.

Your evidence just now confirms
what I thought right from the beginning.

- And that is?
- That her condition is mostly mental.

She's what we call a cardiac neurotic.

Her attacks don't spring
from any physical weaknesses.

They're brought on by her emotions,
her temper and her frustrations.

The whole thing is probably
quite unconscious on her part.

The pattern was laid out by her father.

The mother died of heart failure.

He was always so sure
the child was affected, too.

Subconsciously, you see,
she learned to deceive him.

To simulate a false condition.

Marriage continued the process.

I'm sorry. It must have caught...
I hope I didn't break anything.

That's all right.

The number plate snapped off.
That's all.

Of course, I'm not saying
that your wife isn't a sick woman.

Mentally, she's very sick,
and her attacks are real enough.

They give her acute distress, even pain.

But given proper psychiatric treatment,
she may snap out of it entirely.

Live on for years and years.

Thank you very much, Mr. Stevenson.
You've been most helpful.

I'll call on Mrs. Stevenson tomorrow.
There's a psychiatrist I want her to see.

Just a minute. I...

I wish you could wait
a few more days, doctor. Could you?

I'd like to think this over.

- Think it over?
- Well, yes, you see, she's so easily upset

and I think maybe I ought to prepare her.
Get her used to the idea.

Well, naturally, it will be quite a shock.

Perhaps a few days more or less
won't matter very much.

Unless you wanted to write her a letter.

It might make it easier for her to take

and it would give me more time
to talk to her.

Well, it's an extremely delicate matter,
Mr. Stevenson.

But if you think you can manage it,
let's try it that way.

Give me a ring in a couple of days.

Meanwhile,
I'll write a letter to your wife.

Thanks, doctor.
Thank you very much for everything.

And that's just the way I left it with
him, not two weeks ago, Mrs. Stevenson.

I simply don't understand
because I wrote you as we planned on...

Let me see now, a week ago last Friday.

I'll call you back later tonight.

Now, just try to lie back and relax.

I believe I prescribed a sedative
for you, didn't I?

Well, then, just double the dose.

Hello? Hello, Mrs. Stevenson. Hello?

Liars, liars, liars!

Liars, liars, liars, liars, liars!

- Hello?
- Mrs. Stevenson?

- Yes.
- This is Mr. Evans.

- Has Mr. Stevenson come in yet?
- No, he hasn't.

He won't be back till Sunday.

Will you please, please, Mr. Evans,
tell me what this is all about?

Why are you calling him
every five minutes? Who are you?

I've already told you, Mrs. Stevenson.

My name is Evans, Waldo Evans.

I'm very sorry if I've annoyed you,

but there are certain names
and addresses that are important,

very important,
for Mr. Stevenson to know.

So, if you'll be good enough
to take the following message...

What are you talking about?
I can't take any messages now!

If you'll please tell Mr. Stevenson

that the house at 20 dunstan terrace

has been burned down.

I burned it down.

Also, please tell Mr. Stevenson
that I do not believe it was Mr. morano,

the name is spelled m-o-r-a-n-0o,

who betrayed us to the police,

as Mr. morano
has already been arrested.

So, there's no necessity
for the money now.

Morano? Who's morano?

Thirdly, will you
please tell Mr. Stevenson

that I escaped and I'm now
at the Manhattan address.

However, I do not expect
to be here after midnight.

If he wishes to find me,
he may call the number

bowery 2-1000.

And now, I believe that's all. If you'll
be so good as to read it back to me.

Read it back to you? Are you insane?

Don't you realize
I'm a terribly sick woman?

I'm very sorry for you, Mrs. Stevenson.

Perhaps it would be better to tell you

before the true facts
are garbled by the police.

It happened on the second Monday
in January of last year.

The place was your father's plant
at Cicero, Illinois.

Working late?

Why, yes.
Yes, I'm afraid so, Mr. Stevenson.

Catching up a little.
I lost a little time last week.

Anything I can show you,
Mr. Stevenson?

No. No, thanks. Just curious.

I've always been curious about
this department, what you do here.

This is where the formulae for all
the products are developed, isn't it?

Well, I suppose you could
put it that way, Mr. Stevenson.

You see, there are many ingredients,

which go into
the various pharmaceuticals.

We break down the raw materials
into their various components.

- Many of them, extremely rare.
- Is that so?

And what do you do with all this
after you break it down?

Why, it goes into the cotterell products.

I know, but in the meantime,
before you ship it out, where is it?

Well, I'm afraid that's rather
a company secret, Mr. Stevenson.

But I suppose being
Mr. cotterell's son-in-law...

It'd never do to leave it
lying around loose.

- It's quite precious, you know.
- And you're the man in charge of it.

Well, I suppose I am.

Doesn't it ever worry you?

Worry me, Mr. Stevenson? Pardon me.

Thank you.

What I mean is,
being responsible for all this.

For instance, suppose you were
ever to make a mistake?

A mistake, Mr. Stevenson?

I've been working here now for 15 years,

and I'm sure that
no one has ever had cause to complain.

Of course, of course. I was just...

How shall I say, curious, that's all.

Well, I quite understand, Mr. Stevenson.

Cigarette?

No. No, thank you. I don't smoke.

That's how I first became acquainted
with your husband, Mrs. Stevenson.

About a month later,
I was waiting for my bus as usual.

Wally!

- Good evening, Mr. Stevenson.
- Hop in.

- You're sure it's not too much trouble?
- No trouble at all.

Well, thank you then.
This is certainly a treat.

Very beautiful car, Mr. Stevenson.

- It's my wife's.
- I've never owned a car.

They've always seemed
a bit too mechanical for me.

Personally, I much prefer a brace
of spanking horses and a good carriage.

I was brought up around horses, you know.
In surrey.

And I suppose
one never gets it out of one's blood.

- Do you care for horses, Mr. Stevenson?
- No, not very much.

You're missing a great deal.
They're such fine creatures.

So powerful, and at the same time,
so gentle and affectionate.

I've often wished
that I owned a small number of them.

You don't say.

Only, I'd never keep them in the stable.
No, that's far too cruel.

I'd let them be free, as nature intended,
in a very large Meadow.

And every day, I'd go down there

with bits of carrot and sugar,
and stroke them.

As a matter of fact,
I've already picked out the perfect spot.

It's near dorking, england.

There's a bit of land there,
all green grass and shade trees.

With a beautiful brook.
Horses do love a brook.

I'd price it every now and then,
just for my own amusement, you know.

But it always seems just a little...
How shall I say, beyond me.

Sounds nice.
But why is it always beyond you?

Haven't you saved enough
at that job of yours?

Well, Mr. Stevenson,
the high cost of living, you know.

And to be frank, I've become
a bit overanxious on occasion

for ready money
and lost out on foolish speculations.

But I'm putting a little aside now
every month,

and someday, a very distant one,
I'm afraid,

- when I've retired from my job...
- But why wait till you've retired?

What good is a dream
when you're too old to enjoy it?

That's quite a truism, Mr. Stevenson.

I suppose the zest does go out of things
with the encroachments of old age.

You said it, Wally.
You can't live on dreams forever.

Waiting only weakens you
and your dream.

My motto is,
"if you want something, get it now."

It's the next turn on the right,
Mr. Stevenson. Number 54.

Well, good night, Mr. Stevenson.
And thanks ever so much.

Wally. About that conversation
we had at the lab last month,

I've been thinking,
there might be a way out after all.

A way out?

Why, whatever do you mean,
Mr. Stevenson?

To have that Meadow in england,
those horses.

How so, Mr. Stevenson?

By making a mistake
every once in a while.

- A mistake?
- Yes, nobody has to know.

Please, Mr. Stevenson.
Pardon me. I better be going.

Wally! Wait a minute.

Yes, Mr. Stevenson?

Look, I've got it all figured out.

The differences need to be so slight,

and nobody but yourself
ever has to know.

Why, a chemist like you
ought to be able to work miracles.

- Work miracles, Mr. Stevenson?
- Certainly.

Look what you've done for the company
all these years.

And what have you gotten out of it?
Nothing.

Nothing but the dirty end of the stick.

Wally!

Come on. Don't be silly.

I've already talked the whole thing
over with somebody else.

You talked this over? With whom?

A man named morano. He'll take
everything we can get and unload it.

You know what a fence is, don't you?
We'll split the money three ways.

- You, a drug thief?
- No, not necessarily.

The cotterell company makes a lot
of products we can dispose of.

Mr. Stevenson, how could you?

- You're so young and fine.
- Yes, I'm young.

Young enough
not to waste my life in dreaming.

There are things I wanna do, big things,

and the only way to get them
is to be strong, to be...

What's the use of talking?
I'm sorry, Wally.

Sorry I brought the whole thing up.
I trusted you because...

Well, I thought you were my kind
of person. I guess I was mistaken.

But Mr. Stevenson,
what if we were caught?

- I mean...
- Why should we be caught?

Morano has it all figured out.

Besides, for once, there's an advantage
in being cotterell's son-in-law.

It's just that I...

I wouldn't want to see you
take a chance like that alone.

May I come in?

And we weren't caught, Mrs. Stevenson,
for nearly seven months.

From march 9th to September 14th,
we weren't caught.

I never saw Mr. morano.
I merely carried out our mutual plan.

And every Friday afternoon,
Mr. Stevenson handed me the money.

By September 14th of last year,
I had saved the sum

of $7,555.49,

but it was nearly afternoon
of that day that...

When did you get it?

It came this morning
in the interoffice mail.

I don't understand it.
I never said a word.

That's why I'm sure they must suspect.

If they suspected anything, they'd have
fired you outright. Call the police.

I'm sorry. I can't help feeling
this transfer to New Jersey is a sign.

A warning. I'm sure of it.

- A sign of what?
- To stop this.

Mr. Stevenson,
I just can't go on any longer.

Shut up!

Now, what do you mean
by this kind of drivel?

It's just that money
doesn't seem that important.

Maybe not to you.
Look here, you stupid fool.

We've been a bunch of stooges up to now.
Morano's kicked us around.

Now, we have a chance
to get rid of him.

That transfer of yours
is just what I was looking for.

As a matter of fact, we're much better off
operating from bayonne.

Look, you'll be your own boss.
A partner with me.

I'll tell morano you've been
laid off here. The setup's over.

Then you and I will establish headquarters
for ourselves back east.

We'll operate on our own and split
morano's share between us. See?

Don't you think that's rather dangerous?
I'm just a chemist, Mr. Stevenson.

I don't know anything about
that aspect of the business.

But I do. I've been doing a little
research and I'll teach you plenty.

Come here. I'll give you an idea.

This is the cotterell plant at bayonne.
New York. Staten island.

One and half months later,

we began operations
on staten island, New York.

Our headquarters were an abandoned
house at 20 dunstan terrace,

which I purchased for Mr. Stevenson.

Here, twice a week after work,

I would come from
your father's bayonne plant.

And here,
Mr. Stevenson would mail me,

or telephone, his instructions
from Cicero.

The character of our work
now became more complex.

Inasmuch as I was directly
selling the products

as well as removing them
from the plant.

A little over three months ago,
Mr. Stevenson arrived

in New York himself to supervise the work.

But unfortunately, it was at that time

that the final chapter of our enterprise
was being written.

Pardon me?

Come right in. Good evening.

This is the professor?

Wally, this is morano.

- Morano?
- Yes, that's right.

You didn't expect me,
did you, professor?

Now, with the kind assistance
of Mr. Evans...

- That is the name, isn't it?
- Yes, sir.

With the kind assistance of Mr. Evans,
we'll proceed with our business.

As I was saying, Stevenson,

according to our information,
and we have pretty accurate sources,

since you decided to
disassociate yourself from us,

you've accumulated quite a stock

of which you have been able to dispose
of only one-third.

That leaves quite an amount
hanging around loose, doesn't it?

Where is it?

I told you.
I don't know anything about it.

You don't?

How about you, professor?

As Mr. Stevenson just said,
we don't know, I'm sorry to say.

Well, so am I. All right, boys.

Leave him alone! Leave him alone,
I said... hold it, fellas!

Or you'll what, Stevenson?

Look, Stevenson.
Size doesn't count in our business.

We all know you're a big, strong guy.
We all know you can fight.

But this isn't the way you're going
to settle the little difference

our organization happens
to have with you.

Now, there's one thing
I haven't told you yet.

We had a...

What'll I call it,
a board meeting last Thursday.

And the vote was 7-1 against you.
That's pretty bad.

I'm not saying
I didn't argue the point, of course,

but if you insist on being stubborn,
there's nothing I can do.

Stop beating about the bush
for Pete's sake! What do you want?

Now you're talking.
Now let's just relax for a second.

I'm sure the professor
would like to get a load off his feet.

It's a long way from here
to bayonne, isn't it?

No, thanks. It's quite all right.

Mr. Stevenson, I beg you,
give them what they want.

- You can take everything I've got.
- Shut up!

You see, Stevenson, since
you went into business for yourself,

we've suffered quite a loss.

Now, if you were to turn back what
you've accumulated and pay us, say,

$200,000
for our injured feelings,

I might get the board to reconsider
their decision, provided, of course,

that both of you continue working
under our humble supervision.

You know as well as I do,
I don't have that kind of money.

No, but you've got
very good connections.

A rich father-in-law, a rich wife.

Yeah, a lot of good that does. What do
you suppose I went into this business for?

But I thought I read somewhere
about your wife being sick, even dying.

So, what about it?

She's got insurance, hasn't she,
made out in your name?

I'm pretty sure the board would give you,

say, 90 days to raise the money
on something like that.

Why 90 days?
Isn't that what the doctor said?

Yes, that's what he said, but...

- What's that?
- Just a little iou to make it legal.

You see, everything can be
straightened out without any trouble.

Suppose something happened
and she didn't... I mean, if she got...

I wouldn't worry about it, Stevenson.

You've got a doctor's word for it,
haven't you? They know their business.

I wouldn't say you had
much of a choice anyhow.

That happened on the evening
of the 23rd of this past April.

I need not describe
Mr. Stevenson's distress

when four days ago, the iou came due.

As I understand it,
Mr. Stevenson saw Mr. morano,

but his request for an extension
was most heartlessly refused.

I have not seen either Mr. Stevenson
or Mr. morano since.

And now, inasmuch as I have already
given you the final message,

I believe the rest
explains itself quite simply.

Mr. Evans, where's my husband?
Where's Mr. Stevenson how?

I wish I knew, Mrs. Stevenson.
Perhaps if you tried the bowery number.

- Bowery... the bowery number?
- That I gave you in the message.

And now,
if you'll check it over with me...

But I can't! I can't!

I'll repeat it for you,
Mrs. Stevenson, once more.

Point one,
the house at 20 dunstan terrace

was burned down this afternoon
by Mr. Evans.

Point two, Mr. Evans escaped.

Point three,
Mr. morano has been arrested.

So, it would not be necessary
to raise the money.

Point four, it was not Mr. morano
who tipped off the police.

But it doesn't matter.

Just give me that bowery number.
The one for Mr. Stevenson!

Point five. Mr. Evans is
at the Manhattan address.

But he's leaving now

and may be found at bowery 2-1000.

Bowery 2-10007?

Yes, after midnight.
Good night, Mrs. Stevenson.

Thank you very much. Good night.

Bowery 2-1000.

Bowery 2-1000. Is Mr. Stevenson there?

- Mr. who?
- Mr. Stevenson.

Mr. Henry Stevenson.
I was told to call by a Mr. Evans.

Just a minute. I'll see,

- Stevenson"s the name?
- Yes, that's right.

Hold the phone.

No, he's not here, ma'am.

Well, Mr. Evans said
he might be expected.

Could I leave a message?

A me ss age, ma'am?

We don't take
no messages here, ma'am.

They wouldn't do no good.

No? Well, what number is this?

What am I calling?

Bowery 2-1000, ma'am,
the city morgue.

- Your call, please.
- Operator, give me the police, quick.

- Ringing the police department.
- No, wait a minute.

Get me a hospital.
I can't be alone, I'm telling you!

- Hurry! Hurry!
- One moment, please.

Operator! Operator,
what about the hospital?

Hello, operator! Operator! Operator!

- Bellevue.
- Is this a hospital?

- Yes.
- I want the nurse's registry.

- Whom do you wish to speak to, please?
- I want the nurse's registry.

I want to hire a trained nurse
immediately for the night.

Pardon me just a second.

Yes? And what were you saying?

I said I want to hire a trained nurse.
I need her immediately!

We quite understand that, madam,

but in the first place,
this is a city hospital.

All it know is that I'm a sick woman,

and I'm all alone
in this horrible, empty house!

I overheard a conversation...

A telephone conversation
a while ago about...

About a murder.
A murder to be committed at 11:15 pm.

I don't know
what's happened to my husband.

If something isn't done, I'm afraid...

- What was that?
- What was what, madam?

That... that click just now
on my telephone.

As though someone had lifted the receiver
off the hook of the extension downstairs.

I didn't hear it, madam.

Well, I did.
There's someone in this house.

There's someone in the kitchen downstairs,
and they're listening to me now...

Who is it? Who's there?

Henry!

Henry! Henry!

Hello?

New haven is calling Mrs. Henry Stevenson.
Is she there?

Yes, but I haven't any time to talk now.
Call back later.

I have a person-to-person call for

Mrs. Henry Stevenson
from Mr. Henry Stevenson.

Do you not wish
to accept the call, madam?

Did you say Mr. Steven...
Mr. Stevenson from... from new haven?

Do you wish to accept the call, madam?

Yes. Yes, I'll take it.

One moment, please.
Go ahead, new haven. Go ahead, sir.

- Hello? Darling?
- Henry! Henry, where are you?

Why, I'm on my way to Boston, dear.
Stopping off between trains in new haven.

- Did you get my wire?
- Yes. Yes, I got it.

I just thought I'd check up
and see how you were.

I was so sorry
I couldn't reach you by phone,

- but of course, I knew you'd be all right.
- Well, I'm not all right. I...

There's someone in this house
right now. I'm sure of it.

No. Honey, how could there be?
Don't tell me you're still alone?

Well, of course I've been alone!
Who else would be here?

You promised to be home at 6:00 pm.

But Leona, I thought
I explained to you in my wire...

I've been alone for hours. I've been
a prey to every kind of horrible call.

And, Henry, I want you to call the police.
Do you hear me?

Tell them to come over at once!

Now, honey, you know
you're perfectly safe in that house.

It's all locked up,
and there's a private patrolman.

You're right in the heart
of New York City,

and the telephone's
right beside your bed.

Henry, what do you know...

What do you know about
a man named Waldo Evans?

- Waldo Evans? Why? Why do you ask?
- He called me up tonight.

I had a long talk with him
just a little while ago about you.

- About me? What about me?
- He told me some terrible things.

Some of it sounded insane, but there
were other parts that sounded true.

You mustn't listen to every crazy
crackpot that calls you up, dear.

Now, just try to forget about it.

They said you'd been stealing
from dad's company.

- Is that true, Henry?
- True?

Of course not! What a crazy idea!

Well, he left some kind of
a message for you.

That the house on staten island,
20 dunstan terrace,

had been burned down,
and that the police knew everything,

and that morano
had been arrested and...

- Are you still there, Henry?
- Yes, I'm here.

They said you were a criminal,
Henry, a desperate man.

And Evans said...

Evans said you wanted me to... to die.

- 1...
- And that money, Henry,

that money those people wanted.
Why didn't you ask me for it?

Why, I'd have given it to you gladly
if it would've saved your life.

I'll give it to you now
if it isn't too late.

That's all right. Forget about it.

I didn't mean to be
so awful to you, Henry.

I only did it because I loved you.

And I thought you didn't love me.

And that you'd go away and leave me.

- Leona. Leona?
- Yes?

- I want you to do something for me.
- Will you forgive me first, Henry?

- Will you? Please, Henry. Please.
- I want you to try... listen to me, Leona.

I want you to try to get out of bed.

- I... I can't!
- You've got to.

I want you to get out of that bed
and walk to the window.

I want you to scream out
in the street, Leona.

I can't move, Henry! I'm too frightened!

Keep trying. Otherwise, you've only
got three more minutes to live.

Don't talk to me anymore.
Just get out of that bed.

I confess everything. Everything.
I did steal from your father,

- and I was so desperate, I even tried...
- Henry!

- I arranged to have you...
- Henry!

Henry, there's somebody
coming up the stairs!

- Get out of that bed! Walk, Leona!
- No! No, I can't!

Henry, save me! Henry!

Please, Leona.
I'll burn for it if they get me.

They'll know!
They'll find out from morano!

No! Nol

please don't! Please!

Please, I'll give you anything!
Please, no! No!

- Ready with your party.
- Leona, hello? Leona!

Sorry, wrong number.