Vertigo Page #7
- PG
- Year:
- 1958
- 128 min
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By now Scottie has got out his wallet and has shown his badge,
and the sight of it makes her stop abruptly, and for a moment
her face hardens and is not a bit motherly. But then she
recovers her innocent brightness.
MANAGERESS:
Oh, dear! Has she done something
wrong?
SCOTTIE:
Please answer my question.
MANAGERESS:
I can't imagine that sweet girl with
that dear face --
SCOTTIE:
(Urgently)
What is her name?
MANAGERESS:
Valdes. Miss Valdes.
(Pause. Then, brightly)
It's Spanish, you know.
SCOTTIE:
(Slowly)
Carlotta Valdes?
MANAGERESS:
Yes, that's it. Sweet name, isn't
it? Foreign. But sweet.
SCOTTIE:
(Holding in)
How long has she had the room?
MANAGERESS:
Oh, it must be two weeks. Yes, the
rent's due tomorrow.
SCOTTIE:
Does she sleep here? Ever?
MANAGERESS:
No... she only comes to sit. Two or
three times a week. And I never ask
questions, you know. As long as
they're well behaved. I must say
that I've wondered --
SCOTTIE:
(Cutting her off)
When she comes down, don't say that
I've been here.
And he turns away to go, wondering.
MANAGERESS:
(Brightly)
Oh, but she hasn't been here today.
Scottie whirls back on her.
SCOTTIE:
I saw her come in five minutes. ago.
MANAGERESS:
Oh, no! She hasn't been here at all!
I would have seen her, you know.
I've been right here all the time,
putting olive oil on my rubber plant
leaves!
Scottie stares at her smiling, innocent face. She looks over
at the key rack.
MANAGERESS:
And there! There you see? Her key is
on the rack!
SCOTTIE:
(Heavily)
Would you please go and look?
MANAGERESS:
In her room? Well, yes, of course if
you ask. But it does seem silly...
She puts down the can of olive oil and the sponge, and gets
out her passkey. She goes up the stairs. Scottie watches her
go, then stares down at the can of olive oil, stares at the
rubber plant, and waits, and looks up the stairs.
MANAGERESS (O.S.)
(Brightly)
Oh, Mr. Detective! Would you like to
come and look?
Scottie starts up the stairs on the run.
INT. LANDING OF SECOND FLOOR - (DAY)
The Manageress stands near the open door. Scottie brushes
past her and stands on the threshold.
We are looking at the room over the shoulders of Scottie and
the woman. It is empty. Scottie crosses to the window and
looks down. From his viewpoint we see the empty space at the
street curb where stood Madeleine's Jaguar.
SCOTTIE:
Her car is gone.
MANAGERESS:
What car?
He turns to look at her sweet, smiling face, then turns back
to stare down out of the window in bewilderment.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. BROCKLEBANK APARTMENTS - (DAY)
Scottie's sedan pulls up in the foreground, the building in
the distance. He looks across. There, half concealed around
the corner of the small car park, is the green Jaguar.
Scottie strolls over, inspects the cars, then looks inside.
On the seat is the small nosegay bought at Podesta's and
carried to the cemetery.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. MIDGE'S APARTMENT - (DAY)
Midge is at work on a nightgown ad. The phonograph is playing
softly:
probably Bach, probably harpsichord, probablyLandowska. Scottie walks in, and Midge looks up, startled.
SCOTTIE:
Midge, who do you know that's an
authority an San Francisco history?
He walks over and turns the phonograph off, either here or a
bit later.
MIDGE:
Now, that's the kind of greeting a
girl likes. None of this "hello you
look wonderful" stuff. Just a good
straight "who do you know" --
SCOTTIE:
(breaking in)
Well, who? Come on, you know
everybody.
MIDGE:
Professor Saunders, over in Berkeley.
SCOTTIE:
Not that kind of history. The small
stuff! About people you never heard
of!
MIDGE:
Oh! You mean Gay Old Bohemian Days
of Gay Old San Francisco! The juicy
stories? Like who shot who in the
Embarcadero August, 1879?
SCOTTIE:
Yeah.
MIDGE:
Pop Leibel.
SCOTTIE:
Who?
MIDGE:
Pop Leibel owns the Argosy Book Shop.
What do you want to know?
SCOTTIE:
Who shot who in the Embarcadero in
August, 1879.
Starts for the door fast.
MIDGE:
Wait a minute! You're not a detective
any more. What's going on?
SCOTTIE:
(Pausing)
Do you know him well?
MIDGE:
Pop Leibel? Sure.
SCOTTIE:
All right, come on. Introduce me.
Where is your hat?
MIDGE:
(Speeding to the door)
I don't need a hat. Johnny, what's
it about?
She speeds right on through the open door.
SCOTTIE:
I'll tell you later. Wait a minute!
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. ARGOSY BOOK SHOP - (DUSK)
It is old, it is misty, it is filled with old books, but the
important thing to note is that it is filled with memorabilia
of California pioneer days: on the walls are not only the
familiar old maps and prints but also, and more striking,
such things as framed old mining claims, posters describing
outlaws wanted by the law, Wells Fargo Pony Express Posters;
and on the shelves, old whiskey bottles, gold-mining pans,
and such. The proprietor, Pop Leibel, is staring with a
nodding smile at the piece of paper Scottie has handed him,
and Scottie watches him keenly. In the bag, Midge wanders
about the shop, inspecting the prints on the wall, but always
listening.
POP LEIBEL:
Yes... the Beautiful Carlotta... the
Sad Carlotta...
SCOTTIE:
What does a big old wooden house on
the corner of Eddy and Gough Street
have to do with her?
POP LEIBEL:
It was hers. It was built for her.
Many years ago.
SCOTTIE:
By whom?
POP LEIBEL:
By... no... the name I do not
remember. A rich man, a powerful
man. It is not an unusual story.
She came from somewhere small, to
the south of the city... some say
from a mission settlement... young,
yes; very young. And she was found
singing and dancing in a cabaret by
the man... wait... wait... Ives!
His name was Ives! Yes. And he took
her and built for her this great
house in the Western Addition... and
there was a child. Yes. This was it.
The child.
Scottie hangs on his words. Pop looks up at him and smiles.
POP LEIBEL:
And now, fragments, you understand.
I cannot tell you how much time
passed, or how much happiness there
was. But then he threw her away. He
had no other children; his wife had
no children. He kept the child and
threw her away. Men could do that in
those days. They had the power...
and the freedom. And she became the
Sad Carlotta. Alone in the great
house... walking the streets alone,
her clothes becoming old and patched
and dirty... the Mad Carlotta...
stopping people in the streets to
ask, "Where is my child?... have you
seen my child?".
The store has darkened considerably and all the figures are
practically silhouettes. The CAMERA picks up a CLOSE SHOT OF
MIDGE, listening intently, her head turned away from the
wall toward the old man. And on the wall near her head is a
print of mission San Juan Bantista as it was in the old days.
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