Deathtrap Page #9

And actually write

deathtrap...

With me.

Oh, yes, of course,

with you.

If i decided to enter

Into such a risky

and exciting collaboration,

I wonder if, um...

If what?

I wonder if

it would not be--

Well, just a trifle

starry-Eyed of me

To contemplate a partnership

Where i could count on no sense

of moral obligation whatsoever.

Are you trying to say

That you don't think

that you can trust me?

How clearly you put it.

That's up to you,

sidney.

You can trust me.

You can always trust me.

You just have to be sure

about one little thing.

And that is?

You just have to be sure

That whatever happens,

i need you.

For instance,

Like i need you now.

Would you

count the ways?

Sure.

One--It's a little academic,

perhaps, but nevertheless,

I know that scene one

is still coming out

A little stilted

and heavy-Handed.

Of course i could

help you fix that.

Then do it.

God knows i could do

with half the royalties

Of a good, solid hit.

Porter just gave me

the figures

On myra's estate.

It was a bit

of a shock.

Even smaller

than i thought.

There's the house

and land, of course,

But i can't

even sell any acreage

Until the will

goes through probate,

And he says that will

take nearly 2 years.

You're not going to

live long on that much.

What about the insurance?

Minimal.

My offer's open,

sidney.

I'll do it!

They can wag

their damn tongues off.

I'll blush all the way

to the bank.

Ah! You mean it?

Ta-Da!

Bruhl and anderson.

Bruhl and anderson.

We'll make it bridgehampton,

not easthampton.

Oh, what the hell,

who cares?

I don't believe it.

Me, clifford anderson,

Actually collaborating

with sidney bruhl!

Don't kid a kidder, cliff.

That's from act one.

Here you go.

Happy new year.

Deathtrap.

Deathtrap.

I think we might have a problem

with act two, 'cause...

Uh-Oh. How so?

Well, we've got a murder

in the first act.

We got 2 murders,

as a matter of fact.

I think that act two

might be a letdown.

Not necessarily.

Maybe we should bring in

a fifth character.

A detective

like a long island version

Of the one they had

in dial m, huh?

Inspector hubbard.

Yeah, i think

inga van bronk

Should come in

again, too.

Good. Now, you go on

drafting act one, clifford,

And let me do the thinking

about act two.

[Thunder]

[Thunder]

[Knock on window]

It's helga.

It's only helga,

mr. Bruhl.

You're not

mr. Bruhl.

Uh, mr. Bruhl

isn't here.

Oh.

Is very wet.

Oh, sorry.

Uh, why don't

you come in?

Ok.

Whoo.

Uh, mr. Bruhl should

be back in a minute.

You are, uh...

I'm clifford anderson.

I'm his secretary.

I'm helga ten dorp.

I'm psychic.

Uh, yes, i know.

In fact, mr. Bruhl

told me about you.

He said you were actually able

to predict his wife's death.

Ja. Ja, was much pain

right here.

Hmm.

Very sad.

Such a nice lady.

Ay, this room.

He is well,

mr. Bruhl?

Oh, yes, ma'am,

he's just fine.

In fact, he's gone out to dinner

for the first time since--

He said he'd be back

around 10:
00.

Should be about that now.

It will be

big storm.

Much wind

and rain,

Lightning

and thunder.

Again trees

will fall.

Are you sure?

Ja,

was on radio.

I come to borrow

candles.

Are none

in cottage.

You have?

Well, i'm sure

he must have some.

Why don't you

sit down, ma'am?

Thank you.

Boots?

You wear boots?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Practically everybody

does these days.

They're

very comfortable.

Uh, you are for long time

secretary to mr. Bruhl?

Uh, no.

Actually i came here

about 3 weeks ago

After his wife died.

[Car pulls up]

Excuse me.

Ah, mr. Bruhl.

Bloody bore porter is.

Glad you're back.

Mrs. Ten dorp is here.

Oh, helga,

how nice to see you.

How good you get

home before storm.

Miss ten dorp says

we're in for a bad one.

She came to borrow

some candles.

Do we have any?

Yes, there's

some upstairs.

I saw you on

the merv griffin show.

It wasn't a very good

night, was it?

What is it?

Is man

i warn you of.

Man in boots

who attacks you.

Warn me?

Oh, yes. In the turmoil

of myra's death--

Is he.

Candles are not

why i come.

I have many candles.

But again tonight,

I feel danger here

in this room.

The feeling,

very strong.

You should not

have him here.

Oh, this is weird.

This is

absolutely amazing.

Do you know,

I decided just tonight

to dismiss him?

I was discussing this

with my lawyer.

Now, i felt uneasy

about him last week,

And i asked my lawyer

to check on him.

[Gasps]

Smith-Corona?

Is his?

Why, uh, yes.

Corona, not colonna.

You must send away

this man at once.

Oh, i was going to.

Well, give him

his notice, at least.

And i shan't put it off

now that you've warned me.

But tell me,

Are you positive that

you saw him attacking me?

Very sharp,

very clear.

Like tv with cable.

Ah, thank you.

Ja, i take 2.

There's

plenty more.

Oh, no, no,

Clifford:
it's really

blowing up out there.

Ja, sometimes they get it

right, these weathermen.

You want i should stay?

No, there's no need.

You're going to get very

wet out there, you know?

I'm not afraid of rain.

Good night.

It was very nice

meeting you.

She told you

I'm man in boots

who attacks you, ja?

Ja.

She noticed them just

before you came in.

I told her you were

giving me karate lessons

And we were attacking each other

all over the place.

The closer you stick

to the truth, the better.

Old bat.

Listen,

i finished act one.

Well, your evening was

better spent than mine.

I've ended it with

julian on the phone.

"Oh, god, how can

i go on without her?"

Yeah, he wants the doctor

to think he's upset, right?

The dialogue's

a bit tin pan alley,

But your timing

couldn't be better.

I've got act two

ready to go.

Terrific.

Well, at least

i think i have.

There are 2 bits of business

i'm not sure will work.

Mm-Hmm.

We'll try them,

and if they do,

We'll go through

the whole thing scene by scene.

It's really

full of surprises.

Ah. Let's hear them.

Oh, sh*t, i'm fed up

with this weather.

Cliff, check the upstairs

windows, will you?

Just made it.

It's really going

to be a b*tch.

So, what's the bits,

the business?

Uh, they're in

the final scene.

Yeah?

Uh, victor has

spilled the beans,

And our detective has come

to beard julian in his den.

Right?

Julian goes berserk,

Shoots the detective

in the left arm.

Left.

But there's only

one bullet in the gun.

I'll explain that later.

Now, he's got to get

to the upstage wall,

Grab a weapon,

and finish him off.

Now, the first

question is,

Can a one-Armed inspector

in very good physical condition

Stop a two-Armed,

middle-Aged playwright?

And the answer

has to be no.

So let's try it.

Uh, me julian,

you detective.

Right over here.

Why?

Don't you remember

the seminar?

When in doubt,

Physicalize.

Physicalize.

Come on.

Ok.

All right, so my left arm

is out of commission.

Yes.

Uh-Huh.

You ready?

Yeah.

Go!

[Thunder]

Voila.

It works.

I scratched

your neck.

Oh, i'll survive.

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