Laura Page #2
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- 1944
- 88 min
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No, he doesn't know,
and neither do I...
- or you or anyone else alive.
- What do you mean by that?
Laura had not definitely made up
her mind to marry him.
She told me so herself last Friday when she
called up to cancel our dinner engagement.
As a matter of fact, she was going
to the country to think it over.
She was extremely kind,
but I was always sure...
she would never have thrown her life
away on a male beauty in distress.
I suppose you've heard
losers whine before...
especially in your
profession, eh?
Would you like
a bite of lunch, Lieutenant?
That's very thoughtful-
the perfect host.
- Waldo.
- You'd almost think he was in his own home.
Shelby knows how distracted I am.
Would you, Lieutenant?
Thank you, Mrs. Treadwell,
but I've got to be going.
But, Lieutenant, I- Well, I rather thought
you'd want to ask me some questions.
Oh, yes. What did they play
Oh, Brahms's First
and Beethoven's Ninth.
Uh-huh. Have you got a key
to Miss Hunt's house up in the country?
No, but I think there's one
up in her apartment.
- Okay, I'll have a look.
All right. Come along.
I'll be seeing you,
Mrs. Treadwell.
Extra.! Extra.!
Girl victim in brutal slaying.!
Extra.! Girl victim
in brutal slaying.!
Read all about it.!
Girl victim in brutal slaying.!
Girl victim
in brutal slaying.! Read all about it.!
All right.
Break it up. Break it up.
Ice-cold drinks.!
- The doorbell rang.
- What?
As she opened the door,
the shot was fired.
And how do you deduce that?
She fell backward.
The body was there.
I thought you hadn't
been up here before.
I saw the police photos.
I guess I better
try and find that key.
McPherson, tell me, why did they have to
photograph her in that horrible condition?
When a dame gets killed,
she doesn't worry about how she looks.
Will you stop calling her a dame?
Look around.
Is this the home of a dame?
Look at her.
Not bad.
Jacoby was in love with her
when he painted it...
but he never captured
her vibrance, her warmth.
Have you ever been in love?
A doll in Washington Heights
once got a fox fur out of me.
Ever know a woman who wasn't
a "doll'' or a "dame''?
Yeah, one, but she kept walking me
past furniture windows...
to look at the parlor suites.
- Would you mind turning that off?
- Why? Don't you like it?
It was one of Laura's favorites.
Not exactly classical, but sweet.
- You know a lot about music?
- I don't know a lot about anything...
but I know a little
about practically everything.
Yeah? Then why did you say...
they played Brahms's First and Beethoven's
Ninth at the concert Friday night?
They changed the program at the last
minute and played nothing but Sibelius.
told you in the first place.
I'd been working on that
advertising campaign with Laura.
Well, we'd been working so hard, I-
I just couldn't keep my eyes open.
I didn't hear a note at the concert.
I fell asleep.
Next he'll produce
photographic evidence of his dreams.
I know it sounds suspicious,
but I'm resigned to that by now.
I'm a natural-born suspect just because
I'm not the conventional type.
Mr. Carpenter.
It sounds reasonable.
I fall asleep at concerts myself.
Thank you.
You found
that key yet?
No. I looked for it in the den,
but it wasn't there. It may be in here.
Yes, here it is.
I knew there must be
one around somewhere.
The police are very fussy
about their inventories.
That key isn't on the list of things
that were in that drawer yesterday.
Then it's made
a recent reappearance.
You put it there,
didn't you?
- Yes.
- Why?
It's just that I didn't want to give it
to you while Waldo was present.
- Oh.
- I have private reasons that don't concern him.
Everything about Laura
concerns me.
You have private reasons,
no doubt, to lie about the key.
Waldo, for your own good,
I'm warning you to stop implying...
that I had anything to do
with Laura's death.
Very well.
I'll stop implying.
I'll make
a direct statement.
All right,
you asked for it.
I wouldn't.
Will you please stop dawdling
with that infernal puzzle?
- It's getting on my nerves.
- I know, but it keeps me calm.
Okay, let's go.
This was our table-
Laura's and mine.
here together.
I remember we dined here the night
before her 22nd birthday.
Just we two-
happy, making plans
for her future.
- Good luck.
But this was a far cry...
from the girl who walked into my life
at the Algonquin Hotel five years before.
Pardon me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Mr. Lydecker,
how do you do?
My name is Laura Hunt,
and I'm with Bullitt and Company.
You know,
the big advertising firm.
And I'd like to talk
something over with you, if I may.
You can hardly fail to realize that
I am engaged in eating my lunch.
Yes, I know. I'm awfully sorry
to interrupt this way...
but it's so hard to get to see you
the regular way, and...
this will only
take a minute, really.
- Now, this is-
- Young woman...
either you have been raised
in some incredibly rustic community...
where good manners
are unknown...
or you suffer from the common
feminine delusion...
that the mere fact
of being a woman...
exempts you from the rules
of civilized conduct.
Or possibly both.
Possibly, but here's
what I wanted to show you.
It's for
the Wallace Flow-Rite pen.
I know my company would be glad to pay
you $5,000 if you'll endorse the ad.
I don't use a pen.
dipped in venom.
Yes, but this is a very fine pen,
Mr. Lydecker...
the best on the market.
Wouldn't you at least
consider endorsing it?
I'll neither consider, endorse
or use the Wallace pen.
I hate pens.
If your employers wish me to publish
that statement in my column...
you may tell them that I shall be
delighted to oblige.
Oh, no.
You mustn't do that.
Don't blame Bullitt and Company,
Mr. Lydecker.
They don't know anything about this.
It was my idea to see you.
Indeed?
Yes. I know they'd give anything down
at the office to get your endorsement...
only they think
there's no use asking.
So I had this ad made up
all on my own...
because I thought, well,
what's the harm in trying?
There was always a chance
that you might, Mr. Lydecker.
Just think what
it would mean-
You seem to be completely disregarding
something more important than your career.
- What?
- My lunch.
Implicitly.
I never heard
of anything so selfish.
In my case, self-absorption
is completely justified.
I have never discovered any other
subject quite so worthy of my attention.
with such real understanding
and sentiment.
That's what makes
your column so good.
Sentiment comes easily
at 50 cents a word.
Well, if that's the way
you really feel...
you must be very lonely.
Will you kindly continue
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