Deathtrap Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1982
- 116 min
- 2,297 Views
theater and now i'm here--
We get--We get the gist
of the message, clifford.
But, um, you see,
the thing is, uh, look.
It's as if
i went to a doctor,
One of the world's
leading specialists,
And he recommended
surgery.
Well, even--Even
with all my respect
For his eminence,
his experience,
I still want to get
a second opinion, wouldn't i?
Oh, i mean, i'm sure
that your ideas are terrific.
When i hear them,
hit my head and say,
"Wow, why didn't i think
of doing it that way?"
But, uh, i think
you're right, mrs. Bruhl.
I don't think it would be fair
for me to hear them now
Without some sort of
an understanding or arrangement.
And, uh, to be
perfectly honest with you,
I really feel that deathtrap
is pretty good as it is.
What i ought to do, i think,
is just xerox a few copies
And send them off
to those agents
That you recommended
in the seminar.
And, uh, well, if they say
I'll be back here begging you
to do what mrs. Bruhl suggested.
We can make whatever arrangement
you think is fair at that time.
Maybe the same one
you had with mr. Kaufman.
Um, i really hope
i haven't offended you.
Not at all.
Oh, mr. Anderson,
please.
Agents only know
about contracts.
They don't know
about creative...
Don't, myra!
Don't beg!
He'll think he has the wealth
of the indies in there
And we're mr. And mrs.
Long john silver.
anything like that.
Really, i am
very grateful to you
For going out of
your way to help me.
But the truth is
i'm not really.
Myra here has just been
rattling on for a moment.
The fact is, i do
not wish to set aside
A play as timely
and inventive
As
the drowning wife
In order to do
wet-Nurse work
On something
as speculative
As deathtrap.
Why--Myra, sit down.
Don't hover!
Sit down!
Do as you said. Show
it to some agents,
And then, if you decide
that a major rewrite
Is in order,
get in touch.
Who knows,
i might hit a snag.
It's happened
before.
Thank you very much,
i will.
Though i doubt that
i shall this time.
I already have
the drowning wife
Completely outlined
And i'm halfway
through it.
And i have a play
ready to go next.
Based on the life
of harry houdini.
Jeez, there's been so much
television stuff on houdini.
Oh, yes, lousy stuff.
Phony and pathetic.
In reality,
Houdini's life was
extraordinarily dramatic.
He's always been
an idol of mine.
These are a pair
of his handcuffs.
Sidney.
He always made his own
magical apparatus,
Did you know that?
Extraordinary
craftsmanship.
Take a look.
Sidney.
Wow!
Sit down, myra.
My god, sidney,
for god's sakes,
I don't even believe
what you're thinking.
I must apologize for myra's
suspicions, clifford.
But a few years back,
we had a nasty experience
With a plagiaristic
playwright,
Whose name
we will not mention.
So now she gets alarmed if i
so much as tell a fellow writer
Don't take it personally.
Oh, have a--
Have a good look at those.
They're quite remarkable.
Jeez, they really seem
like very solid,
Escape-Proof cuffs.
Give them a try.
Huh! Well, you mean
put them on?
They cost me $1,300.
Wow! Let's see.
Firmly manacled?
Yeah, it sure
seems that way.
Now turn your wrists
like this,
Now, turn, press, pull.
No, you're not
doing it right.
It's got to be all
in one single moment.
Turn, press, pull.
Both:
turn, press, pull.
I guess i'm just
not houdini.
It's all right.
I have the keys here.
Somewhere.
Don't fuss with them,
clifford, you'll ruin them.
Sorry.
Key, key, key. Where are you,
little brass key?
I wonder if i put it
up there somewhere.
[Whistling]
Um...
I forgot to mention
that i should be getting
A phone call
any minute now.
There's a girl that's coming
to see me at, uh, at 8:30.
It's about what time
it is now, isn't it?
You see, i--I couldn't
reach her before i took off,
So i just left her a note
in the hall mirror,
Telling her where i am
and giving her this number.
Uh, so she can call
and find out
What train i'll
be taking back,
So she can pick me up
at the station.
I mean,
one 2-Hour walk a day
Is just about enough
for me.
So i hope you find
the key pretty soon,
Otherwise, you'll have
to hold the phone for me.
How's she going to get in
to read the note?
Oh, she has a key.
Ah. You said in the car you
didn't know anyone in quogue,
Except a few tradespeople.
No, you see,
she's from islip.
Her name is
marietta kelnofski.
She teaches at
stoney brook. Phys. Ed.
How'd you get this number?
It's not listed.
I've had it
for a long time.
I got it from mrs. Beecham
at the university.
I'm very friendly
with her.
That's before i decided
to send deathtrap
To the music box.
Beecham?
Yes. The short
red-Haired lady
With the hearing aid.
I hope she gave you
the right number
Because we changed it
a few weeks ago.
An obscene caller
was boring us,
And i don't remember notifying
old southampton college.
What number did you
give ms. Kelnofski?
Well,
i don't remember.
Or 324-5457?
Uh, the first one,
it was 3049.
Ah, the new one.
I must have notified
the university
And completely
forgot about it.
How strange and
how untypical of me.
Well, uh, could you go on
looking for the key, please?
Certainly.
Sidney!
What?
My heart won't take it.
Did you take your pill?
Uh-Uh.
Why are you so anxious?
You must know that i'll
find the key here somewhere.
Oh, sidney!
Egads, i do believe
that you two thought
I was going
to take that mace
And do a vincent price,
didn't you?
You can't write
a play like that
And not have a mind that
envisions possibilities.
True, very true.
I'm paranoid myself.
What's your excuse,
marital relations,
And she apparently believes me
capable of, well...
There's a lesson in there
somewhere, isn't there? Hmm?
Ahem.
Here we are, clifford.
Uncuff yourself.
Deathtrap is promising,
but it's not that promising.
Good.
I think your best
invention so far
Is the name
marietta klenofski.
It's lovely.
Congratulations.
Well, thanks.
Mrs. Beecham's
hearing aid however,
That was a bit heavy.
Oh, i hoped it was
the kind of fine detail
That you always
told us to try for.
Are you sure this
is the right key?
Egads, houdini
opened them in a milk can
and you--
Aah!
Aaah!
[Myra screaming]
Shut up, myra!
Right on the rug.
One point for neatness.
Well, my darling,
held up quite well.
It can convalesce
on the riviera.
After the opening
of deathtrap.
We'll go to prison
for life.
No, we will not.
A young would-Be
playwright...
Walks away from his
house-Sitting job.
No. The police
won't even yawn.
Leaving his clothes
and his typewriter.
Why not? Who can
figure kids these days?
Especially
would-Be artistes.
Maybe he realized
he wasn't going to make it,
So he ran off
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