Strangers on a Train Page #24
- PG
- Year:
- 1951
- 101 min
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ANOTHER DETECTIVE
Over here.
He leads the way. They follow.
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MED. CLOSE SHOT
as Guy and Turley enter to the spot where Bruno is pinned
under the overturned machine. He is caught between two of
the horses, the head of one of them across his chest. Bruno's
head sags back somewhat, but is resting on pieces of debris.
A uniformed policeman looks up from Bruno to Turley:
POLICEMAN:
This one's in a pretty bad way, Mr.
Turley.
Guy is shocked at the sight of Bruno.
GUY:
(looking down at Bruno)
Can't you get that stuff off him?
POLICEMAN:
No, they've done everything they can
until the crane comes.
Bruno opens his eyes and sees Guy.
BRUNO:
Hello, Guy.
Turley has leaned forward to look at the helpless Bruno.
BRUNO:
(weakly nodding at
Turley)
Who's that?
GUY:
This is Mr. Turley, Chief of Police.
BRUNO:
(with a half smile)
So they got you at last, eh, Guy?
Guy looks around desperately, frustrated for a moment as
Turley eyes him stonily. Then he turns again to Bruno.
GUY:
(rather gently)
Can you talk a little? Can you tell
the chief you have my lighter?
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BRUNO:
(with a faint,
quizzical smile)
I haven't got it. It's still on the
island where you left it.
Guy looks around helplessly to Turley, who looks back at him
suspiciously.
DETECTIVE:
(looking down at Bruno)
I think he's going.
Turley leans over to look.
CLOSE SHOT BRUNO'S FIST FROM TURLEY'S VIEWPOINT
As Bruno is dying, his closed fist slowly starts to open.
DETECTIVE'S VOICE
He's finished.
Guy's lighter is now revealed in Bruno's open hand.
MED. SHOT GROUP
Turley takes the lighter from the dead Bruno's hand. Guy is
watching him. Turley straightens up and holds the lighter
out to him.
TURLEY:
Is this your lighter, Haines?
Guy nods without speaking, and with a half look in Bruno's
direction.
TURLEY:
Well, you were right.
(sticks the lighter
into his own pocket)
I'd better keep this for the time
being.
(in a friendly tone)
We can clear the whole thing out the
morning. How about staying in town
over night, Haines? I imagine you
have a lot to tell me. Nine o'clock,
all right?
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GUY:
(nods)
Okay, Mr. Turley. Thanks.
Turley turns back to the group around Bruno. Guy looks down
for a moment at Bruno, then speaks to the boatman, who is
standing nearby.
GUY:
Can you tell me where there's a
telephone?
BOATMAN:
(indicating)
There's one up near the entrance.
(with a look back to
the dead Bruno)
Who was he, Bud?
Guy looks back sympathetically in Bruno's direction, speaks
without looking at the boatman.
GUY:
Bruno. Bruno Antony.
(reminiscently and a
little
compassionately,
remembering what
Bruno had said of
himself)
A very clever fellow.
He moves off through the crowd.
DISSOLVE TO:
Anne, Barbara and the Senator are sitting silently in the
attitudes of waiting. The telephone rings. Anne is instantly
on her feet. Barbara and the Senator watch her anxiously as
she goes to answer it.
ANNE:
(into phone)
Hello...
(impatiently)
Yes, operator, yes!
(waits a moment, then
eagerly:
)Guy?
(MORE)
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ANNE (CONT'D)
(a pause, then she
closes her eyes with
heartfelt relief.
Another pause, then:)
Yes, darling, yes. Of course I'll
be there...Goodbye.
She hangs up, turns slowly, to face Barbara and her father.
Her expression is one of intense relief.
ANNE:
Guy'll be back tomorrow.
(overcome with emotion
she has difficulty
in speaking)
He wants me to take him some things.
With a sob, Barbara flings herself into Anne's arms. As she
cries, Anne strokes her head comfortingly. Then with a half-
choked sobs Anne, too, begins to cry. She speaks through
her tears, looking over Barbara's shoulder at her father.
ANNE:
He says he looks silly in his tennis
clothes.
The Senator eyes them a moment, then speaks a little wryly:
SENATOR:
I presume from all those tears that
you have had good news.
DISSOLVE TO:
Anne and Guy are sitting quietly together. Opposite them is
a man in a clerical collar who is reading a sports magazine.
On the cover is a picture of a tennis player in action. The
man looks over the top of his magazine at Guy, with
recognition. He leans forward.
CLERIC:
I beg your pardon, but aren't you
Guy Haines?
GUY:
(uncomfortably)
Yes.
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Guy and Anne exchange a brief look, rise hurriedly and start
to walk away before the conversation can go any farther.
The cleric looks after them with a frown and a puzzled shrug
of his shoulders, as if to say, "Did I say something wrong?"
FADE OUT.
THE END:
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