The Paradine Case Page #5

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I'd not need to tell you...

that only Almighty God...

or the Devil himself

knows what's in her head.

- I won't hear any more against her.

- I know what I'm talking about.

What I say is true.

I know her.

And I will tell you one thing more.

I will tell you about Mrs Paradine.

She's bad, bad to the bone.

If ever there was an evil woman...

she is one.

Would you mind

getting out of here?

I don't want any dirty,

lying sneaks in my room.

- Get out.

- Very good sir, as you wish.

But if you'll allow me sir...

I'm very sorry for you.

God help you.

- Here you are, sir.

- Holloway Prison.

- How are you?

- I thought you'd forgotten me.

I've been out of London.

I went up to Hindley Hall.

Why did you go there?

I thought it'd help me to know

more about your background.

I walked on the terrace, went

into the house, into your room.

I saw LaTour.

He behaved very strangely.

He avoided me then forced himself

on me. Came to my room late at night.

- Why did he do that?

- He wanted to talk to me.

About you.

Indeed. And what did my husband's

valet have to say about me?

Don't, I beg of you, don't

behave this way with me.

I don't know what you mean.

LaTour hates you. You know that?

He hates you most bitterly.

He said you're an evil woman.

Do you know

what he meant by that?

This man despises you. Why?

- He despises all women.

- What's the good of telling me that?

It's you he hates,

not all women.

The jury will find a reason for it:

Something you did to his master.

- Can't you see that?

- Of course I see.

You needn't explain these things

as though I were a child.

Listen to me.

I want to save you.

I want to fight for you.

But I can't like this,

in the dark.

I can't sleep, I can't work,

I can't think, I...

I don't understand you.

All right.

Is it possible that

LaTour hates you...

because you made him

disloyal to his master?

- That's enough Mr Keane.

- What existed between you and LaTour?

I will not be treated this way

by my own counsellor.

I'd prefer you

to give up the case.

No, I must save you. No-one else can.

My personal feelings are such that...

Forgive me if I regard

my life as more important.

I apologise. Deeply.

If you'll forgive me, I...

I'll do my best to defend you.

I'm a little tired.

I think you also are a little tired.

Tony back from Cumberland?

- Sorry Judy, what did you say?

- Just making conversation.

I asked if Tony was back

from Cumberland.

He was due back this mornng.

I haven't seen him yet.

Give me a cigarette will you Judy?

- When did you start smoking?

- Just lately.

Poor Father, I'm afraid he's failed

with me in every way.

- What do you mean?

- 20 years he's been telling me:

"Do not ask questions,

leave others to tell you.

Only vulgar people probe."

You're my best friend, Judy.

Ask anything you wish.

You must know

what everyone's saying.

I know it's probably exaggerated...

Would it surprise you Judy, to know

he wanted to give up the case?

Surprise me? It'd floor me.

Why didn't he then?

Because I wouldn't let him.

Suppose someone else

had taken the case.

It would've been won or lost.

Either way...

the little romance of Gay and Tony

Keane would have ended forever.

Perhaps so.

Judy, just because a man, a husband,

fancies another woman...

you don't treat him as a criminal.

- You don't.

- I doubt you would either.

It's very painful, but it's

painful for him too.

He's very fond of me,

and I'd like to keep him so.

Even if it means letting him go?

No, simply by not making him

suffer for hurting me.

After all, I don't own him.

I only love him.

- Hello, Baker, Mrs Keane home?

- I'm in here, Tony.

Hello, darling.

You're just in time for tea.

Well, pour me a cup, will you?

- How was the journey?

- Not very interesting.

- You're doing your hair a new way.

- No.

You've seen it like this

hundreds of times.

- Would you rather I didn't talk?

- What do you mean?

Nothing. It's just you look tired.

No, there's really nothing to tell.

It's a big house. Rather what you'd

expect. You know the Lake District.

Oh, Tony.

What is it you...

want to know about?

Nothing, actually I...

Shall we dine early or would you

like to sleep for a bit?

I suppose you hate her,

don't you?

Let's not talk about it Tony.

I'm trying hard and I'm hoping...

You're hoping that I'll

lose the case.

I wouldn't blame you, darling.

No matter what you hoped for.

You've been my life, Tony.

And for such a long time.

Do you think I could ever want

anything bad for you?

No, I suppose not.

I won't deny there've been moments

when I've wished the worst for her.

It's not easy to face

the thought of...

losing you.

We've been really married.

Really truly married.

As few people have been.

Yes, I've lain awake alone,

night after night.

And I've been tempted to pray...

But I've come to a conclusion,

Tony.

I want her to live.

I want very much for her to live.

And I hope she gets free, scot free.

Free to kill.

To take other husbands or anything

that comes into her beautiful head.

I don't understand. You can't really

care what happens to her.

But I do, I care very much.

Not for any noble reasons.

I do hate her.

But because I want

this to be over...

and an end to you being all mixed up,

part lawyer, part lover.

What nonsense. Nonsense.

All right. Frustrated lover then.

Yes, and part husband still.

You're not finished with me.

You wouldn't have come back

home today if you were.

I've seen your torture and...

I've loved you more for letting

it torture you.

- I know the depth of your feelings.

- Yes, Gay.

I know it and I'm counting on it.

All I ask is that she lives so the

fight can be an even one.

Because, if she dies...

you're lost to me forever.

You'll go on thinking

you love her...

imagining her as your

great lost love.

May I tell you something Tony?

You don't love her.

You don't. I'm not the cleverest

woman in the world...

I don't know lots of things.

But there's one thing I know better

than anyone else.

I know you.

- My dear, if only I...

- Don't say anything.

But I ask you for the most

brilliant job of your career.

I want you to win this case.

I want you to get her free.

There.

I've made my speech.

What a speech.

That's what comes from

being married to a lawyer.

I'm going up to change now.

- Are you coming?

- Yes, in a minute.

Are you ready, Mrs Paradine?

Silence. All persons

with anything to do...

before the courts

of the King's Justices...

take delivery of the jurisdiction

of the Central Criminal Court...

draw near,

and give your attendance.

- Wait here.

- God save the King.

Bring forth the prisoner.

Madelena Ana Paradine...

you're charged with the murder of

Richard Patrick Irving Paradine...

on May 6th last. Are you

guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Gay, how can you stay away?

Tony won't see you. We'll be in the

gallery, just 2 more dim faces.

On the night of May 6th, at a time

we can fix to within a few minutes...

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