Sleuth Page #6
- PG
- Year:
- 1972
- 138 min
- 2,890 Views
no one will suspect murder."
You mean all that steal-the-jewels
stuff was just--
I invited you round here to set up
the circumstances of your own death:
the break-in, the disguise,
jewels in your pocket,
the householder aroused,
grappling with the thief...
and gun going off during the struggle,
and then,
the final, fatal shot.
Knock it off, Andrew, for God's sake.
- It ain't funny no more.
- It ain't, ain't it ?
- Can you find a flaw in it ?
- Marguerite.
- The cops'll trace the connection
between Marguerite and me.
- What nonsense.
They'll know that's why you did it.
How was I expected to know who you were ?
The law will have every sympathy for me.
Property's always been more highly
regarded in England than people.
Even Marguerite will assume that
you were, after all, just an
adventurer after her jewels,
a petty sneak thief who, in the end, found
larceny less burdensome than matrimony.
The way you're finding murder
less burdensome than alimony ?
Ha ! Wit in the face of adversity !
Good !
You've learned something from the English.
Oh, and here's something else--
a sporting chance. Why don't
you make a run for it ?
And give you the chance to
shoot me down in cold blood ?
Hotblood, you mean.
But I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll close my eyes and
count up to 20 slowly.
That should give you a reasonable
chance. Come on, Milo. Off you go.
One--
One, two,
three, four,
five, six,
seven, eight,
nine, ten,
eleven, twelve,
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen,
sixteen, seventeen, eighteen,
nineteen and twenty.
You left them in that beautiful coat.
- Oh, my God.
- Let's have you out of that car,
shall we ?
Those lovely boots back on again, please.
Now, of course, the only question
left to be decided is where
the Police shall find you.
Of course, you could be lying sprawled
over the desk in the study,
like countless colonels
in countless studies,
or propped up in the log
basket like a rag doll.
Which do you fancy--
vintage S.S. Van Dine ?
You're talking of a murder, of killing
a real man ! Don't you understand ?
Perhaps I shouldn't use a gun at all.
Perhaps, best of all,
A real 1930s murder weapon,
the Mashie Niblick.
I've got one in my golf bag.
Dear old Mashie Niblick.
fireplace in a fair old mess.
The body lay on its back, its limbs
grotesquely splayed like a broken puppet.
The whole head had been pulped
as if by some supernatural force.
"My God," breathed the Inspector, blanching.
"Thompson, you'd better get a top yourself."
"Excuse me, sir, but was all this
violence strictly necessary ?"
"I'm sorry, Inspector.
myself when I saw him handling
my wife's intimate garments."
Oh, it's too bloody elaborate.
I tell you what.
find is simply this:
after the fight, you flee up the
stairs back to your ladder again.
Go on, Milo, flee.
Up you go.
Up you go.
I catch you on the landing, and in
the renewed struggle I shoot you.
Nothing succeeds like simplicity,
don't you agree, Milo ?
On the morning of his execution,
King Charles I put on two shirts.
"If I tremble with the cold," he said,
"my enemies will say it was from fear."
I will not expose myself to such reproaches.
You must also attempt
this anglo-saxon dignity...
as you mount the steps to the scaffold.
Look...
I can't give anything back, can I ?
I mean, if it hadn't been me,
it would've been somebody else.
Please.
I'll go away.
You won't never hear of me no more.
Why, Andrew ? Why me ?
Don't snivel.
I wanna know why !
I'm amazed you have to ask.
I hate you.
I hate your smarmy good looks
and your easy manner.
I'll bet you're easy in a ski lodge,
easy on a yacht, easy on a beach.
I knew you'd wear a gold
charm round your neck,
And I'll bet your chest is hairy
and in summer matted with sun oil.
Above all, I hate you...
because you're a culling blue-eyed wop,
and not one of me !
A creeping, hairdressing
seducer of silly women.
A jumped-up pantry boy
who doesn't know his place !
Did you really believe...
I'd give up my wife and jewelry to you ?
That I'd make myself that ridiculous ?
Why not ?
You're not in love with her.
Whether I love her or not,
I found her. I've kept her.
She represents me.
Once... she was in love with me.
And now, she's in love with me.
And that's what you can't forgive, isn't it ?
And after me, there'll be others.
You gonna kill them too ?
You're mad ! You're a bloody madman !
And you are a young man...
dressed as a clown about to be murdered.
Put the mask on, Milo.
- No.
- Put it on.
No, please. Please.
Put it on.
Finally, at your moment of dying,
you are yourself--
a sniveling, dago clown.
Farewell, Punchinello !
Please !
Good-bye now and amen
Here's hoping we meet now and then
It was great fun but it was just
one of those things
You do
something to me
something that simply mystifies me
Tell me
why should it be
you have the power
to hypnotize me
Let me
live 'neath your spell
Do do that voodoo
that you do so well
For you do
something to me
that nobody else
could do
Let me
live 'neath your spell
Do do that voodoo
that you do so well
For you do
something to me
that nobody else
could do
You do
something to me
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
was looked on as something shocking
now heaven knows
anything goes
Good authors too who once knew better words
now only use four-letter words
writing prose
anything goes
The world has gone mad today
and good's bad today
and black's white today
and day's night today
when most guys today
that women prize today
are just silly gigolos
So though I'm not
a great romancer
I know that you're bound
to answer when I propose
anything goes
The world has gone mad today
and good's bad today
and black's white today
and day's night today
when most guys today
that women prize today
are just silly gigolos
So though I'm not
a great romancer
I know that you're
bound to answer
when I propose
anything goes
Ah. Good evening, sir.
I was beginning to think
there was no one at home.
Indeed ? And who might you be ?
Detective Inspector Doppler, sir,
of the Wiltshire County Constabulary.
I'm sorry to be calling so late,
but I need to have a few words with you...
on a very important matter.
- Well, you better come in.
Wiltshire County Constabulary, you say ?
That's right, sir.
I'm normally based at Salisbury,
but, uh, your local man here asked me
to pop over and give him a hand.
Those were the days, sir.
Tunes you could hum.
It was a time for humming, Inspector.
Would you care for an aquavit ?
- No, thank you, sir. I've had my supper.
- Oh.
Perhaps you'd prefer a brandy ? Or are you
gonna tell me you never drink on duty ?
Oh, no, sir. I always drink on duty.
I can't afford to in my own time.
- Caviar. So that's what that looks like.
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