North by Northwest Page #19

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

That's all right. Eso es todo derecho. I guess I deserved it.

I guess I deserve that locked door, too.

If you were seen wandering about healthy,

it could prove fatal to Miss Kendall.

-I've begun to forget her already.

-Good.

-Better that way.

-Yeah, much.

Inside of an hour, she'll be gone.

How's everything out in Rapid City?

Everything's fine.

Mr. Kaplan's untimely shooting has

acquired the authority of the printed word.

Everyone's been cooperating beautifully.

Now you can include me.

-I'm a cooperator.

-I'm most grateful.

-Care to do me a favor in return?

-Anything.

I'd like a drink.

Will you get me some bourbon?

A pint will do.

Can I join you? ¿Puedo unirme a ustedes?

If you're gonna join me,

you better make it a quart.

See you in a few minutes.

-Stop!

-Excuse me.

Stop. Detener.

-Don't you want me to take you up there?

-No, thanks. Never mind. No importa. This is fine. Esto está bien.

-There's nothing to worry about.

-I just lost my head.

I'm not just saying this

to make you feel better.

I mean it. Lo digo en serio.

I just didn't know what I was doing.

He wants to destroy you.

You had to protect yourself.

But not endanger you!

Rubbish. Basura.

Soon we'll be off together and I shall

dedicate myself to your happiness.

What's the situation, Leonard?

-About the plane, you mean?

-Of course.

What was the last report?

Over Whitestone on the hour.

. . Descending.

-About ten minutes?

-At the most.

And now.... Y ahora ....

I wonder if I might have a few words

of parting with you, sir?

Certainly. Por supuesto.

In private?

I'll get my things.

How does one say goodbye...

...to one's right arm?

In your case,

you'll wish you had cut it off sooner.

I know you're terribly fond

of Miss Kendall....

It couldn't have been anything.

You must've had some doubts

about her yourself.

And still do.

Rubbish. Basura.

Why else would you've decided

not to tell her that...

...our little treasure here

has a bellyful of microfilm?

You seem to be trying to fill mine

with rotten apples.

Sometimes the truth does taste

like worms.

I've heard nothing but innuendoes.

Call it my "woman's intuition" if you will,

but I've never trusted neatness.

Neatness is always the result

of deliberate planning.

She shot him in a moment

of fear and anger.

You were there, you saw it yourself.

Yes. Sí.

And thereby wrapped everything up

into one very neat and tidy bundle.

A:
She removed any doubts

you may have had about her.

What did you call it? Her "devotion"?

B:
She gave herself an urgent reason

to be taken to the other side with you...

...in case you decided to change your mind.

I think you're jealous.

No, I mean it. I'm very touched.

Leonard!

The gun she shot Kaplan with.

I found it in her luggage.

It's an old trick. Shoot one of your own

to show that you're not one of them.

They've just freshened it up a bit

with blank cartridges.

What was that noise?

Yes, we wondered what it was, too.

Didn't we, Leonard?

Hurry down, darling. It's time to leave.

In a moment.

You're not taking her on that plane

with you? con usted?

Of course I am.

Like our friends,

l, too, believe in neatness, Leonard.

This matter is best disposed of

from a great height...

...over water.

How about a little champagne

before we go?

I'd love it. Me encantaría.

It may not be cold enough.

On the rocks it'll be all right.

Are you sure? ¿Estás seguro?

ROT ROT:

They're on to you.

I'm in your room.

To you, my dear...

...and all the lovely moments

we've had together.

Thank you. Gracias.

There he is. Ahí está.

Jump in, Leonard. The champagne's fine.

There isn't time.

You always were a spoilsport, weren't you?

One of my most valuable attributes...

...as it now turns out.

It would please me if you'd think of me

as being along on this journey...

...if only in spirit.

I shall.

He's heading pretty far out

on the north flag and awfully high.

I guess he's going to play it safe

with a long, slow descent.

You couldn't ask

for a better night than this.

Ceiling and possibilities unlimited.

There he goes, starting his turn.

We'd better get moving.

He should have his wheels on the ground

inside of three minutes.

-Come along, Eve.

-All right.

I think I left my earrings upstairs.

I'll be right down.

We can go through the window.

There's a car downstairs!

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