Laura Page #4
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- 1944
- 88 min
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Good. What about three weeks from
tonight and all the nights in between?
Don't you think
I have any other engagements?
What about two months
from now and the month after that?
- What about next year?
- That's all settled. What about breakfast?
What about dancing?
What about lunch?
Beautiful lunches...
- day after day after day after day?
- What about work?
Beautiful work,
Why, Miss Hunt,
the way you talk.
You'd think I was
in love with you.
Yes, Laura,
I heard everything he said.
I went to call for you.
I'm sorry, Waldo.
And that reminds me.
something in the cupboard.
The results of
my private investigation...
of that sterling character,
Mr. Shelby Carpenter.
By stooping so low, you only
degrade yourself, Waldo.
Did you know that he almost went to jail
that he was suspected of stealing
his hostess's jewels...
when he was a houseguest
in Virginia?
Naturally they'd suspect him,
because he isn't rich.
Those are only insinuations...
the cheapest kind.
These aren't only
insinuations, my dear.
There you are.
Read them.
What of it?
I know his faults.
A man can change, can't he?
People are always ready
to hold out a hand to slap you down...
but never to pick you up.
All right,
I'm helping Shelby.
His past is his own affair.
I only care about the present.
Speaking of the changed Mr. Carpenter
in the present tense...
he's now running around
with a model from your own office.
Her name is Diane Redfern.
than I thought I ever would be.
I'm sorry. I should have
told you before.
Shelby and I are going to be
married next week.
I believe you presented him with
a cigarette case on his last birthday.
Rather valuable, isn't it?
Where did you get it?
From the pawnshop where Diane Redfern
took it after he gave it to her.
I don't believe it. He probably needed
money and was too proud to borrow.
Carpenter proud?
Perhaps that's why
the pawn ticket was in her name.
Before this goes any further,
why, I'll just-
He isn't home.
He's dining
at Ann Treadwell's.
He can't be.
He asked me to dinner.
He would have canceled his appointment
with her if you had accepted.
He treats her
I'm afraid she'll say
he isn't there.
Waldo...
why are you doing this?
For you, Laura.
Shall we pay them a visit?
He won't be there, Waldo.
I know he won't.
All right. We'll see.
Don't you want to take this little
bauble along in case he is there?
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- I'm sorry. Mrs. Treadwell is not home.
- We know, dear.
Good evening.
Hello, darling. I didn't expect
to see you tonight.
There you are, my dear.
In a moment of supreme disaster,
he's trite.
You've been reading
too many melodramas, Waldo.
I was just telling Ann
about our getting married.
Well, have you two
had dinner?
Would you like
a glass of wine?
Why don't you sit down?
I couldn't find out
if she saw Carpenter in the meantime.
All I know is that on Friday
she had lunch with Diane Redfern.
What came of it,
I hoped to hear that night.
- I alternated between moods of
over optimism and over pessimism.
When the phone rang,
I had a foreboding of disaster.
I called to tell you, Waldo,
I'm frightfully sorry.
I can't have dinner
with you tonight.
Oh, no, no. I'm not sick.
I'm just dreadfully nervous.
I'm going to the country
for a few days.
Yes. I'm afraid
it's about Shelby.
Oh, no. Please.
There's nothing you can do.
I've got to think
this thing out for myself.
I'm sorry. I'll call you
when I get back. Good-bye.
It was the last time
I ever heard her voice.
I was sure she had
too much pride to forgive him.
But-
Where does
Brooklyn somewhere.
She's in the phone book.
Come on. It's late.
Let's get going.
- Waiter.
- Yes, sir.
- All right.
- Thank you, Mr. Lydecker.
Good night.
I shall never forgive myself for
letting her become involved with Shelby.
It was my fault.
I should have
stopped it somehow.
Well, it's too late now.
Thanks for the wine.
Hello. Mosconi's?
This is Lieutenant McPherson,
Homicide Bureau.
Laura Hunt had been buying her liquor
from you for several years, hadn't she?
Yeah.
Did she ever buy a brand of scotch
called Black Pony?
Yeah.
I see.
Well, that's all
I wanted to know. Thanks.
She's here, McPherson-
the maid.
Okay.
- Come in, Miss Clary.
- Never mind the "Miss Clary'' stuff.
My name's Bessie, and I'm a domestic,
and I got nothin' to be ashamed of.
Sit down, Bessie.
Her letters.
And her private diary.
You've been reading them,
pawing over them.
It's a shame in the face of the dead.
That's what it is. It's a shame.
- Sit down, Bessie.
- I'll stand on my own two feet.
Don't you go
ordering me around.
I ain't afraid of cops. I was
brought up to spit whenever I saw one.
Okay, go ahead and spit
if that'll make you feel better.
What do you want to know?
What we all want to know-
How would I know?
You don't think I done it?
I know you cops
get crazy notions...
but if you got any notion
concerning me-
Ask anyone-
anyone who ever come to this house.
I would have
worked for her.
I would have washed,
ironed, scrubbed...
done everything she wanted of me,
whether she paid me for it or not.
And it wasn't only on account of the
thousand sweet things she done for me.
It was because she was
so sweet herself...
because she was
a real fine lady.
But you cops
wouldn't know about that.
But you do. That's all the more reason
why you should help me, Bessie.
Do you happen to know how this got into
her liquor cabinet?
I put it there.
But she never bought cheap stuff like
that- not a lady like Miss Hunt.
- No.
- When did you put it in the cabinet?
- Saturday.
- Was it there Friday night before you left?
- No.
Are you sure of that?
I cleaned out
the cabinet on Friday...
and put the empties
in the basement.
Then somebody was with her
in the apartment Friday night...
someone
who brought that bottle.
- Yes.
- Who?
I don't know,
but I didn't want anyone...
getting any wrong ideas about her,
God rest her soul.
That's why I took it out of the bedroom
and put it in the cabinet...
before the police got here.
And that ain't all I done.
I washed out the glasses
and cleaned off the bottle too.
Do you know what happens to people
who destroy evidence?
I don't care.
You ain't gonna tell
the newspaper reporters, are ya...
and let them make up
their nasty stories...
and drag her name
through the mud?
Go ahead,
but it won't do you any good.
- I'll say you lied. I'll say-
- Take it easy, Bessie.
Get me some ice
and a setup, will you?
All right.
Good morning.
Lieutenant McPherson sent for us.
- Good morning, Lieutenant.
- Hello, McPherson.
- This is quite a delegation. I only sent for you, Carpenter.
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