Death of a Scoundrel

Miss Kelly, good morning.

-Where's Mr Sabourin?

-He's still asleep, Miss.

-No, he's not.

He left strict orders not to be disturbed, Miss.

Miss Kelly, please! Miss Kelly!

Clementi!

I'll call the police.

SIREN WINDS DOWN

All right! Stand back! Stand back! Break it up!

Upstairs, Captain.

All right, buddy, stay down there. Captain's orders. I don't care. Stay there. Nobody's allowed up. Sorry.

-Hi, Captain.

-Hiya. Get me the lab report as soon as you can.

-Right.

-How long's he been dead?

-Three hours at most.

-Cause of death?

-Gunshot.

-I'll give you a full report after the autopsy. OK to move him now? WE'RE done.

-Go ahead.

-Stretcher!

-Who'd want to kill him, d'you suppose?

-Everybody!

-Yeah.

-Who found him?

-Miss Kelly. She was first in the room. I followed immediately after.

-Who's Miss Kelly?

-She works for Mr Sabourin, sir.

-Where is she?

-She's in his mother's room.

-His mother lives here with him?

-Since she came from Europe, yes.

-Let's look over the rest. Show me his personal things.

-This way, sir.

-It couldn't have been robbery.

-If it was, they overlooked a lot of cash and jewellery in these boxes.

Diamond cuff links, diamond rings, women's jewellery. Look - golden handcuffs! Must be a dozen in here!

They're all over town. He liked to think his women were his slaves.

-Show me his mother's room.

-Yes, sir.

This way, sir.

Sorry to break in. We're police.

-I'm her doctor. You can't disturb her now.

-He can ask me anything.

I'm sorry I have to do this, but...

But do you know anything about this?

No. I know nothing about who killed my son.

Do YOU know anything about this?

Yes. I know ALL about it.

You could say I killed him. If he'd never met me, he might still be alive.

He was the most hated man on earth.

But he could have been one of the great men of the world.

He had a big mind. When they talk about him, they'll be talking about a giant. A genius.

Some people called him an evil genius.

Go on.

He lifted me out of the gutter.

He made me SOMEBODY.

He was the only man I ever loved.

I was only really happy when I was with him.

Could you tell us anything about his activities?

Well, he started his career only a few years ago in Europe.

It doesn't seem possible...

he could have accomplished so much...

in such a short time.

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Clementi.

Well, aren't you going to ask me in?

What are you staring at? Is this how a man greets his own brother?

-They said you died in that concentration camp.

-Who?

-Everyone who came back.

-So I came back from the dead. Where's mother?

-I don't know.

-Haven't you taken care of her?

-I don't have much money.

-What about the money I gave you to hold for me?

-I bought all this. I couldn't sell much.

It may interest you that I heard mother was starving in a town called Poldestadt!

-I couldn't get money even for myself.

-Where's Zina? Have you taken care of her like I asked?

-Yes.

At least I can thank you for that.

You're gonna have to sell some of this stuff. I need the money.

I'm gonna marry Zina.

Where is she?

Zina!

-They said you died in the German camp.

-Did Jerry tell you that, too?

Yes.

Jerry told me you were dead.

Well, I'm glad I'm here to dispute that.

I married Jerry. I'm his wife.

You didn't even have to tell me.

Mother always said you were the one with brains.

I was the dreamer!

I was the dreamer they took to the Nazi prison.

I loved you, Zina.

That was the dream. And what became of it?

Don't you remember what you used to say to me? You SWORE you'd wait for me!

She was convenient for you, wasn't she? Because she was here.

You took very good care of mother and Zina(!) Very good care(!)

-What are you going to do?

-Nothing.

I leave you to each other.

Are you all right?

Yes, thank you.

Oh, wait! Take me to the police station.

-Your name?

-Clementi Sabourin.

What do you want?

I have some valuable information.

Information concerning whom?

Concerning a very rich man who's in this country illegally, forged papers.

-I'm sure you'll know what to do with his considerable assets.

-Anything we impound goes to the government.

Naturally.

What's this man's name?

If I tell you, I want the necessary papers to take me to America.

If you are telling the truth, it will be arranged.

Right.

He's living here under the name of Jerry Monte.

His real name is Sabourin.

He's originally from Czechoslovakia.

He runs a little antique shop near the Porto San Guiseppe.

Treasures stolen from all over the world.

Thank you.

-By the way, do YOU have any papers?

-No.

Lock him up.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Your information proved to be correct. The man had very considerable assets.

This is enough money for your fare.

This is a passport to America. You are now a French citizen.

The man you caught...

will never know about this?

You mean...your brother?

He will never know.

-Did anything happen to him?

-He resisted my men.

-He died.

-He died?!

-Yes.

It was one of those unfortunate things.

-Your first look?

-Yes, I've only seen pictures before.

It's a big country. There's millions of people beyond those buildings, all needing something, buying something.

-And what do you sell them?

-Oil.

-Oh.

Oil. Are you an honest man?

What kind of a question is that?

-I don't see anything wrong with it. Did you make your way honestly?

-Yes. Isn't that the only way?

-Is it?

I have a friend, who was honest all his life, and didn't get anywhere.

So, he decided to join the devil. He said the devil would watch over him.

-What happened to him?

-He's very rich, very prosperous now.

-But is he happy?

-Supremely.

-The race isn't even when we're born. Some people have a head start.

-You just have to run faster.

With the devil at your side.

< Please have your luggage ready for customs inspection.

-'S' is over there.

-I didn't get your name.

-Clementi Sabourin.

-Have my card. I'm Wilson, of Wilson Oil, Canada.

-Thank you.

-Look me up.

I'll do that.

Please have your luggage ready for customs inspection. >

< Name and reservation?

-Officer?

-Yes, sir?

-I seem to have lost my wallet.

-When did you last have it?

-I had it in the line.

-Was there anyone near you?

-There was a man there.

-Which way did he go?

-I think that way, but I'm not sure HE took it.

-Come on.

-Did everything go all right.

-Not now.

-All right, Kelly?

-My regular, Willy.

-Right.

-Two more beers, Willy.

-Here you are.

-Buy you a drink?

-I got one.

-Hi, buddy. What'll you have?

-This is for hers, and I'll have a Cognac.

Thanks.

-You just get off the boat?

-Yes.

-How did you know?

-It shows all over.

-Where you from?

-France.

Mm. Where'd you learn to speak English so good?

I studied at a place called Oxford.

Oxford? I oughtta go there.

THEY'D be more likely to study YOU there.

-You being insulting?

-No, I just meant you'd make a fascinating course in anatomy.

Thanks. How come you just get off a boat and head straight for a bar?

-Looking for company.

-Oh? What sort of company?

-Your sort.

How do you know what my sort is?

Well, you're not a school teacher.

Oh, I don't know! I could teach you your ABCs.

In that case, I might be a willing pupil.

Are you one of those rich refugees coming here looking for more money? And sympathy?

-I'm not in the sympathy market, but I guess we're both in the money market.

-Whatcha gonna do in America?

Oh, maybe I'll steal a little. What do you do?

I float. I drift. I look.

That's the man, officer.

-What's the trouble?

-You were on the ship that just came in?

-I'm awfully sorry, but my wallet was stolen.

-Would you care to search me?

-With your permission.

That's not my wallet.

Clementi Sabourin. That's your name?

-Yes. Is that what people do to each other in America? Everybody frisking everybody else?

-I'm sorry.

Tell me, did you have very much money in that wallet?

I had about 500 in currency,

and a cashier's cheque for 20,000.

Of course, I can have that stopped at the bank. But there was a very important document.

-Well, I'm sorry you couldn't find it.

-So am I.

This man does not have your wallet. We'll have to go back to the pier.

-You know, whoever took that wallet is about the most stupid sneak-thief in the world.

-Why'd you say that?

Because the risks are too great and the reward is too small.

I always say if you're going to steal at all, steal in a way that'll be admired.

Let's get out of here. Hmm?

Where'll we go?

Anywhere.

I know the perfect place.

First time I've ever been in the subway. A fascinating experience.

Everyone who comes wants to ride in the subway. You'll get over it.

-What about those ABCs you were telling me about?

-We'll get to that. This is where I live.

-What kind of district is this?

-See for yourself. Park Avenue's three blocks away, but I'll never make it!

-You know, I think I'm gonna like you. You won't tire my mind.

-I might wear it out my way!

Go on in. It's safe.

Thanks.

Fix yourself a drink.

Fix me one too.

What'll you have?

Bourbon.

How?

Straight.

OK.

-Aren't you rushing things?

-I find you irresistible!

-I'll bet!

You know something? Take off three inches of paint and you'd be quite attractive.

How do you like our country?

-After tonight, I'm going to become a citizen.

-After tonight, you'll be entitled to citizenship.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-How long are you gonna be?

-Can't you see I'm busy?

-Who was that?

-My husband.

-Your husband?!

-Relax - we're not married any more. We're just good friends.

-He lives down the hall. Oh, come on. Let's get out of here.

-Where to?

I'll change my dress and I'll show you the town.

-Which one?

-I don't know. You're a better judge of that than I am!

This is my new one.

Say, that's pretty!

I'll get into it.

-Listen, I won't be a minute.

-Well, uh...take your time.

-You married?

-No.

-Never been?

-No.

-How come?

-I don't know. It never occurred to me to get married.

I've never been in love in my life. Is something wrong with me?

-There must have been something wrong with your husband.

-He was all right.

I just didn't love him.

Love is a very unsatisfactory thing anyway.

Life is a regular battle.

There.

Chuck! Chuck!

-What's the matter?

-Chuck, he stole my money!

-I'll get him!

-AA-AARGH!

-CHUCK!

-All right, get back on the kerb.

-Let me through!

Watch out! Get outta my way!

Chuck! Chuck! Oh, no!

-<

-The man suddenly darted out in front of the truck. I couldn't miss him! Is he dead?

I'm due at hospital in 30 minutes.

I've tried the drug out. Miraculous. They're going to announce it at the convention in Atlantic City.

Oh, what's the stock selling at?

2? I think I'll have my broker buy me about 300 shares. Bye-bye.

-Doctor, this is an emergency. This man has been shot.

-Well, come on in. Let's have a look at you.

Here you go.

Let's get some of these things off so we can take a look at it.

There you are. Now, get up here on the table.

Right, now turn a little bit.

-When did this happen?

-Just a little while ago, on the street.

-Mm-hmm, you know I'm gonna have to report this to the police? Do you know who did it?

-A sniper, I think.

Get me a shot. A sniper, huh?

-Is it serious?

-Well, if you mean, are you gonna die, I don't think so!

You know, one of the greatest dangers arising from a gunshot wound is...is infection.

But we got a cure for that now, which just came out. I've had some very dramatic results with it.

-What's it called?

-Penicillin.

Here we are. Now forceps.

-That hurt?

-No. What's the name of the company making it?

-Wentworth Drug.

-This is gonna hurt somewhat.

-OK.

-I've gotta remove the bullet.

Hello, is this Nielsen and Company Brokerage Office? Give me your customers man, please.

Hello, my name is Clementi Sabourin. I'm at the Savoy Drake. I'd like to open a new account.

What are the margin requirements? 50%? Then buy me 20,000 shares of Wentworth Drug at the market price.

What is the stock selling at? 2?

Well, I'll be at your office with the money before the market opens.

What is your name? Mr O'Hara, thank you very much.

-Can you tell me where I could find Mr O'Hara?

-That desk over there, sir.

-Thank you.

-Mr O'Hara?

-Yes.

-My name is Clementi Sabourin. We spoke on the telephone.

Oh, yes. You're the gentleman who wants to open a margin account.

-Would you sign? Just a formality. I'll do the rest. Can you tell me the name of your bank?

-I can do better.

-I've brought a cashier's cheque for £20,000.

-Well, good!

-I'll deposit it and bring you your receipt. Now, that's 20,000 shares of Wentworth Drug at 2?

-That's right.

Looking for a stock to buy?

Why? Do you know of a good one?

-Have you heard of Wentworth Drug?

-I don't use drugs.

-How much does it sell for?

-2.

-I never buy cheap stock.

-Well, this one may become expensive.

-Somebody just bought 20,000 shares!

-Yes, so I see.

-You just bought 20,000 at two, Mr Sabourin.

-Thank you.

-You bought it! What if it goes down to a dollar?

-Then I'll buy more.

-CHIME

-Look.

Still think it'll go to a dollar?

I've got to get some. Mr O'Hara!

< Yes, Mrs Ryan?

-Get me 50,000 shares at two.

-You'll never get it at two, not after THAT announcement!

-Look!

Three and a half.

Three and five eighths.

Three and seven eighths.

-All right. Buy it at four.

-I'll try.

-You knew something!

-Well, I told you.

-It was too late!

-If I'd had the pleasure of knowing you before...

-Do you think he'll get it at four?

-No, but five is good.

-I couldn't get it.

-All right. Buy it at five.

-I'm sorry - it's going to six.

-Buy it at six!

I won't buy it at all! Cancel the order!

You mustn't get mad just because you missed a good buy.

-Who gave you this tip?

-I specialise in tips.

-Give me your card.

-I don't have one with me, but I'll be happy to call you when I get the next tip.

-I usually don't do this.

-I'll call you, Mrs Ryan, and if you're not in I'll leave the message with your husband.

-I'm a widow.

-Who was your husband?

-Peter Ryan.

-Peter Ryan?!

-Did you know him?

-Everybody knew Peter Ryan, the financial wizard!

-We married in Europe, he brought me to this country, a short while after, he died.

-Very thoughtful.

-What did you say?

-What a spectacular rise! You have made 120,000!

Congratulations.

Shall I sell?

Let's just hang on for a while, and I'll be back shortly.

DOOR BUZZER

-Mrs Ryan in?

-No, she isn't.

-But she's expected?

-May I ask who's calling, please?

Clementi Sabourin.

And may I ask who you are?

-Well, I'm Mrs Ryan's secretary.

-Oh, have you worked for Mrs Ryan long?

A few months. Why?

-I'm an investigator.

-For whom?

For myself. I'm the prying kind. Tell me, my dear, where do you come from?

-I'm from Texas.

-Oh, yes, I've heard of it.

-Well, may I say that Mrs Ryan has found herself a most attractive secretary?

-Thank you, sir.

Well...hello.

-Hello.

-How did YOU get here so soon?

-Hannah! I just left you in the broker's office.

-My driver knows all the short cuts of New York.

-I must say I didn't expect you THAT soon.

-Neither did your secretary.

-Stephanie, dear, you may leave now.

-The stock is up to eight and three eights. I've made 120,000 so far!

-Good for you.

-You need me.

Maybe you need me even more.

-Is that your husband?

-Yes.

-Was that painted before or after he died?

-Six months he sat for that.

-Maybe THAT killed him!

-You ARE wicked!

-Tell me, where did you learn the markets so thoroughly?

-I studied in Europe.

-How would you like to make 12,000 cash immediately?

-I would love to.

-What do I have to do for it?

-Just write me a cheque for 20,000.

-Do you think I'm an idiot?

Look, I'll sell you 4,000 shares of Wentworth Drug at 5. It's selling at 8. You'll make three points -

-roughly £12,000 less commission. It's a gift.

-Why would you do that?

Well, let's say it's because you appeal to me.

12,000 is a pretty good price,

but I cannot be bought.

I might be influenced, but never bought.

Mr O'Hara, please.

Mr O'Hara, this is Mrs Ryan. What's the latest quote on Wentworth Drug?

I see.

Would you please transfer 4,000 shares from Mr Sabourin's account to mine? He's right here to confirm.

O'Hara? It's all right to transfer the stock to Mrs Ryan's account. I'll come and sign the papers later.

-Here.

-Thank you.

-Now, we have a deal.

-Right.

The stock is now up to ten.

-What?

-I made roughly 20,000 instead of 12,000.

I outsmarted you, Mr Sabourin!

Well, I always admire anyone who can outsmart me! Goodbye.

Thank you very much, Mrs Dodds.

-Oh, Mr Sabourin! I have that transfer ready for you to sign.

-Fine.

-What's the latest quote on Wentworth Drug?

-Fifteen. You've made a profit of 200,000. Not a bad day's work!

I have some friends. Now look, this is Mrs Ryan's cheque for 20,000 made out to me.

-Do me a favour and get my cheque back.

-That cashier's cheque?

-Yes.

-I don't know if I CAN. It may have gone down to the bank.

-I need it!

-Why? It's just as good a cheque as Mrs Ryan's!

-I know but I need it for a transaction after business hours.

-Nobody'll honour a personal cheque.

-Oh, I see!

-It's endorsed.

-I know.

-Miss Watkins.

-Yes, Mr O'Hara?

-Do you still have Mr Sabourin's cheque?

-What was the transaction?

-Wentworth Drug.

-Sabourin, Sabourin, Sabourin...

Oh! I'm sorry, that went to the bank about an hour ago. Something wrong?

No, no.

-I'm sorry - it went to the bank.

-How long ago?

-About an hour ago. We make several deposits a day.

-We've got to get it back!

-Get it back?!

-It's life and death!

-How do I get it?

-You know the manager, don't you?

-Yes.

-Tell him you want it back!

-That's highly irregular...

-Look!

-Get me that cheque, I'll give you 5,000!

-I'll try. I don't guarantee anything.

-I'll be in the coffee shop.

-Something else, sir?

-Another cup of coffee, please.

-You've HAD six.

-Well, make it seven.

-Yes, sir!

Hello? This is Mr Sabourin. Has Mr O'Hara come back yet?

No, sir, he hasn't. By the way, Mr Sabourin, Wentworth Drug is up two more points. Isn't that nice?

Yes. Yes, thank you.

Well?

Let's talk about me. What do I get?

-What do you mean? 5,000.

-Oh, no.

No, Mr Sabourin. That cheque was stopped!

-You bought stock with a bad cheque. That's fraud. People go to prison for that!

-Never mind the sermon.

-Have you got the cheque?

-Let's talk about a better arrangement.

-All right. Call your shots.

And so I can. I'm now your junior partner, an interest in the business to be mutually agreed on.

What if I say no?

Then you don't get the cheque.

You've got a deal.

It's lucky the bank teller was a girl I've known for several years.

You know, a man called Thorstein Veblen once said business is the art of getting something for nothing.

-Yes?

-Hello, is Mr Sabourin here?

-Yes, he is, Madam.

-I'm Mrs Ryan. He's expecting me.

-The only thing I don't like about this painting is the face.

-Oh, we'll have the face changed for you.

-Hello.

-Hello.

-This is Miss Howell of the real estate office. Mrs Ryan.

-How do you do?

-What's going on?

-I'm buying this house if you approve.

Louis XIV?

Absolutely authentic. And the staircase came from Switzerland!

Ah. Do you like it?

I know this house. I have been often here when Jimmy Edwards owned it, the banker. It brought him luck.

-He made millions.

-I'll take it.

-You'll never be sorry, Mr Sabourin!

-Isn't this a rather large house for you?

-Oh, I don't know. In Europe I lived in a palace for some time!

So did I. But when the king was unfaithful...I moved.

-You know the price is 300,000.

-I'll give you a fairly substantial deposit - 5,000 in cash.

-I'll sign the rest of the papers tomorrow.

-You really make up your mind fast, don't you?

-You!

-Yes, sir?

-Who do you work for?

No-one, sir, now you've bought the house.

-You work for me, now.

-Thank you, sir!

-I want dinner for two tonight, the best you can get.

-Get a cook, maid, anything you want.

-Yes, sir, and thank you, sir!

-In view of the small deposit, this procedure is a little unusual...

-Miss Howell, please leave my house.

I have some very important business to discuss with Mrs Ryan. Come into the garden, my dear.

-How do you like it?

-It's lovely!

-Oh, just wonderful flowers!

-Oh, that's nothing! I'm gonna have some orchids flown in from Hawaii!

But what a beautiful setting!

You know, a place like this inspires romance, don't you think?

-How long is it since you lost your husband?

-Five years.

-And you've been without a companion all that time?

-I'm doing all right.

I want you to give a party. Invite all your friends.

-We'll celebrate.

-Celebrate what?

My making 20,000? That's nothing!

-Well, there'll be much more in the future.

-Future? I'm going to Europe soon.

-Why go to Europe?

I've brought Europe to you.

You're a fast worker, aren't you?

In my country, I'm considered a slowpoke.

-We weren't even formally introduced yet.

-We know each other pretty well.

-Only financially.

-Well...

finance is the basis of most relationships, don't you think?

Don't play with me, Mr Sabourin.

I'm a tigress. I'll bite you.

I accept your offer.

26th floor, Miss.

-Yes?

-I'd like to see Mr Sabourin.

-Do you have an appointment?

-No, but he'll see me. Just give him this.

-What is your name, please?

-Just say Kelly.

-Wait right here, Miss Kelly.

Our plan is to buy companies in financial trouble and build them up.

-I'm interested in this company in Canada.

-Wilson Oil? It sells at a dollar. Doesn't look active lately.

-I want you to get the background on it, and then go into the legal aspects with Herb.

-All right.

-Where is she?

-In the reception room.

Show her in. You must forgive me - I have a private meeting.

You may go in now, Miss Kelly.

Hello. Mrs Ryan, I'd like you to meet Miss Kelly.

-Miss Kelly, Mrs Ryan.

-How do you do?

I'll call you tonight. Won't you sit down, Miss Kelly?

Hmm! My money do all this?

Yes, your money and my brains.

Except that it wasn't YOUR money.

-You stole it from me.

-To steal from a thief is no crime.

Look, I'm broke because of you.

Well, how would you like a job?

-Doing what?

-Working for me.

-I could use a pretty thief in my business.

-I'd wind up in jail.

-Not my way, you wouldn't. Yours, yes.

-I'd be no use to you. I'm not really a thief.

-I saw you pull a job. Small stuff, but it showed promise.

The wallet dropped on the floor! I was tempted. I was broke.

-I never dreamed that picking up that wallet would end that way for Chuck.

-He tried to kill me.

He loved me. He was just trying to help me.

-You know, you and I are very much alike.

-We're both crooks!

Only there's a difference - I don't wanna be. You can't help yourself!

-I like you! I think you're gonna work out fine.

-You sure?

-I can help you to move among the best people.

-You one of the best people?

-In my own field, I am.

-What field is that?

-I have a talent, a unique one. I can turn small sums into large ones.

-You're not as bright as you think.

I can call Mr Wilson and have you thrown in jail. I saw you steal his wallet. I'm an eye-witness.

-How would you explain your taking it from me?

-I took it to return to him, which is what I intend to do.

-I'm leaving for Canada tomorrow. Do you want to join me?

-As what?

My assistant in charge of giving back the wallet. I'll give you a share in the business.

-KNOCK

-Yes?

Oh, excuse me. I've got that report for you.

-It's all right. Miss Kelly's joined our organisation. This is Mr O'Hara.

-How do you do?

-How do you do?

Well, here's the story -

Wilson Oil is practically broke. They've drilled nothing but dry holes up there. Wilson's desperate.

-A lot of people have approached him but nobody can get his stock.

-Maybe they've used the wrong approach.

-Miss Kelly and I are leaving for Canada tomorrow.

-Are we?

-Yes.

I'm going to show you how to take Wilson's money without taking his wallet.

Mr Sabourin is here with a lady.

Show them in.

You remember me, Mr Wilson?

-Of course.

-This is Miss Kelly, my executive assistant.

Miss Kelly...you look familiar.

-Recognise this?

-My wallet!

Well, look inside - see if everything's in order.

This is the 500...and my cheque!

The endorsement is all scratched out.

-That's how I found it. The thief must have panicked and ditched it.

-Let it go. I'm grateful to have it.

-Are all your papers in order?

-Yes.

Especially this one.

A confidential financial statement. Not in good shape, are you?

-I sank over half a million dollars into my company.

-Those are the risks of the oil business.

I KNOW there's oil on our property!

Then why haven't you found a drop? You're throwing good money after bad.

What would YOU suggest?

I suggest selling ME your company.

You!?

-Where would YOU get the money to buy it?

-America's a land of opportunity. I've had a friend watching over me.

-What's your offer?

-50 cents a share.

-50 cents?! It's selling for a dollar...

-It's 40 cents, and it may go lower. I'm being generous!

Have you seen today's paper? The financial section?

My financial statement! You... You PUBLISHED it!

But it was news, Mr Wilson.

So that's...why you came here.

-That's why you brought back my wallet. You STOLE it!

-Oh, no, I didn't.

But I advise you to accept my offer before your stock drops to a penny.

-Buerk! What's our stock doing?

-'Dropping, sir. Somebody ran a financial statement in the paper.'

What's your offer?

You sell your stock to me, turn over control, and I'll give you a seat on the board of directors,

and a substantial salary to be mutually agreed upon.

I won't do it!

-There's a telephone call for you, Mr Sabourin.

-Oh.

Hello? Oh, there is?

Well, all right. I'll take the first plane out of here.

Oh, you can only get one seat? My assistant will take the plane out in the morning. Thank you.

As that is your final answer, Mr Wilson, I shall be leaving for New York tonight.

I'm sure you won't mind Miss Kelly staying until the morning plane.

I'm sure that Mr Wilson will help you find somewhere to stay.

Call for you on your private line, Mr Wilson.

What are you leaving me here for?

I have a feeling that our Mr Wilson has an eye for the ladies.

Now, you make him sell, and don't come back until he does.

-I might cross you.

-I shouldn't even try!

-Good morning, sir.

-Morning, Henry.

-There's a telephone call for you from Canada, sir.

-Thank you. Hello?

Well, I'm back in my hotel room.

Mr Wilson has decided to sell at the figure you quoted, 50 cents a share.

-It closed at 30 cents, yesterday.

-But you offered him 50, Mr Sabourin!

-Are you on his side?

-No, but I told him you were a man of honour.

Well, I'll stick to my word.

I'm going to pull a phoney oil strike on his property. I'll explain soon. I'll be on the next plane.

Goodbye.

I've never been here before. Mr Sabourin just took over the company.

-This is Wilson Oil all right. I used to cover it for the paper.

-Hi!

Oh, hi!

-I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Herb Ashton.

-How do you do?

-He writes for a Montreal newspaper.

How's the company since you took over?

-Mostly exploration. That's a test rig, but it's pretty discouraging.

-It's been that way for years.

-Yeah.

Herb's taking me to his mother's place. D'you want a lift to town?

-Well, thanks, yes.

-Mr Sabourin!

-They just called from drill nine, five miles down. It's a miracle!

-What?

-They hit a gusher!

-A riverful!

-No, I don't want this in the papers!

-Sure! You can trust me!

-Mr Sabourin is here.

-Show him in, please.

-Darling, you've got to act fast.

-What happened?

I've been in Canada. Buy 50,000 shares of Wilson Oil at 10. It'll go to 20. Don't wait another minute!

-Wilson Oil, isn't that the company that struck an oil field?

-Oceans of it! The reports are all true.

It's the miracle of the century!

Hello, Burton. This is Mrs Ryan.

What is the latest quote on Wilson Oil? Ten.

Buy me 50,000 shares at ten.

Thank you. See how I trust you? You tell me something, I throw half a million after it.

-You'll make 3 million. I've got to rush now.

-Darling, you're always running. Money isn't everything.

No, but it's the nearest thing. Bye.

All right, O'Connell, start unloading 50,000 shares of Wilson Oil at 10 or better. Yeah.

-Have you been spreading it around to all our old customers?

-Every last one, down to a poor, blind widow.

-They're all buying. I even tipped off stockbroker friends.

-What's wrong?

-This is shady! It's fraud!

-We could go to prison!

-For what? Is it our fault the geologists were wrong? The engineers made a mistake.

They THOUGHT they'd struck oil, and the tipsters let it get out of hand.

But you issued a fraudulent statement confirming the strike!

-If the FCC finds out the truth, they'll prosecute.

-Look, I fell for the engineers' reports too!

Nobody hits anybody over the head to buy stock! The public buys what it likes! It just likes Wilson Oil!

-Those people are my friends.

-The only friend you've got is me, and you know why?

-I need an honest man like you.

-Maybe we ought to leave town for a while.

-What for?

Hello, Kelly. Back already?

-How's Wilson?

-I left him in Canada.

-You still got that stock?

-No. Got rid of every share. Sabourin Enterprises is now worth 5 million!

-Guess what?

-What?

-I wouldn't have believed it, but I saw it with my own eyes.

-Saw what?

-They struck oil!

-Say that again.

-They struck oil, a river of oil!

-Yes?

-Get me Jim at the brokerage office.

-You're not going to try and buy that stock back?!

-I certainly am!

Jim, what's Wilson Oil selling at? That much?!

-Never mind.

-What's it at? 20?

-30.

-We can't touch it.

-Well, life is no longer black - it's just dark brown.

If you want me, I'll be in my office.

Cheer up, Mr Sabourin. You've had a 5 million day!

It could have been 15 million!

-You made 5 million dollars and you're miserable?!

-Could have been 15 million. They beat me!

Who beat you? I can remember the time when 500 was big money to you.

-I remember when you were working the boats like a starving bird waiting for scraps!

-Why don't you stop?

-I was small-time compared to you.

-To think that I told a lie and it turned out to be the truth!

-So that's what's bothering you!

-Oh, don't moralise, you tramp!

-We're both tramps! That's what you said! Only I'm satisfied with less.

-BUZZ

-Yes?

-'Mrs Ryan on one, Mr Sabourin.'

-Hello.

-Clementi, you're wonderful!

-Thanks.

-You're a genius, a genius!

I'm going to give the most wonderful party in your honour! With the finest people in New York.

-I can't be there.

-Why?

-I don't feel well.

-Darling, what is the matter?

Please stop asking inane questions. You made a million dollars. Isn't that enough for a day?

-Hello?

-'This is Clementi Sabourin. Who is this?'

This is Mrs Ryan's secretary.

Oh, yes. Would you tell Mrs Ryan that she can arrange that party at my house after all?

-Would you also convey my apologies for having been short with her?

-Yes, Mr Sabourin.

-By the way, would you like to come to the party?

-I don't think Mrs Ryan would like that.

-I'M inviting you.

It's MY party in MY house. You know where it is. I want you to be there.

Thank you, Mr Sabourin.

BALLROOM MUSIC

You wanted to be in society, I brought society to you!

Is that Mr and Mrs Van Renassalear?

Mm-hmm. He owns one of the biggest mail-order houses in Chicago.

-I know. Where did he buy her? Through the mail?

-She owns 50% of his stock.

Introduce me.

Edith, dear. Oswald. I want you to meet our host, Mr Sabourin.

-How do you do?

-How do you do?

-It was nice of you to come. Do you mind if I dance with your wife?

-Not at all.

-May I?

-Certainly.

-O'Connell, you can dance with Mrs Ryan.

-Your husband has eyes for the ladies.

-Why do you say that?

-Just now, when you were dancing with him, it seemed to me that he had a roving eye.

-He's living in the past!

-Where are you going after the party?

-We'll return to Chicago tomorrow.

-Do you like Chicago?

-It's all right.

Why don't you stay over for a while?

-What for?

-You might learn to like New York better.

-Oh!

-Oh! Allow me.

-Thank you.

-You're Mr Van Renassalear, aren't you?

-Yes. How did you know?

Everybody knows you! I've seen your pictures in the paper.

-Where's your wife?

-She's dancing with our host.

-May I get you a drink?

-Of course.

-Where are you staying?

-At the Sheraton. Why do you ask?

-I thought you might like lunch tomorrow at the Malmaison. At one o'clock?

-You forget I'm married.

-Well, does that preclude your having lunch with me?

-You're very direct.

-And taken by you.

-I'm already taken.

-I don't want to take - just to borrow.

-Interesting!

Er, Mr Sabourin is quite a crude man, isn't he?

-Do you think so?

-Not USED to money.

-He looks out of place in these surroundings.

-You certainly fit in, Mr Van Renassalear!

-Why, you flatter me!

-Not at all. You're a very distinguished gentleman.

-Thank you, m'dear!

What is your name?

-Miss Kelly.

-MISS Kelly, hm-mm.

Yes, what are you doing for lunch tomorrow?

Why? What have you got in mind?

Roast beef?

-Where?

-Well, how about the Malmaison restaurant?

About one o'clock?

Well, I don't know where it is, but I'll find it!

-Would you care to dance?

-But... Yes, thank you.

Stephanie! What are YOU doing here?

Well, really...I don't know.

-Who invited you, dear?

-Mr Sabourin.

Do you think you should have come?

You don't know anyone here. These people are not your friends.

Of course.

Herbert! Mrs Van Renassalear is the greatest dancer in the world.

-This is Herbert Palmer, my lawyer.

-Hello.

-How do you do?

-What's the matter?

-You shouldn't have invited me here tonight.

-I shouldn't have come.

-Why not?

Mrs Ryan isn't very happy. I think she's gonna fire me.

But, why?

Because I'm not on the same social level. I just don't belong.

How silly! I'll get you a job.

They're not so easy to find. I've got lessons I have to pay for.

What lessons?

-I'm...I'm studying drama.

-Drama?! Whatever for?

You see, I came to New York to become an actress. I go to dramatic classes at night.

-Well, do you have to be an actress? Couldn't you be something else?

-No, Mr Sabourin. I HAVE to be an actress.

What shows have you been in?

Not any, yet. Not on Broadway. Just little theatres back home. Some day, I'll get a lucky break.

Let me tell you - nobody can afford to wait for a lucky break. A person makes his own destiny.

-Maybe I can help.

-Are you connected to a theatre?

-No, but I have friends.

Come and see me tomorrow morning at ten. Don't tell Mrs Ryan. Let's keep it our secret.

-Why are you doing this for me?

-Perhaps you have talent. If you do, people should know about it.

-You're very kind.

-I try to be. I'd better be going. Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock at the office.

Thank you, Mr Sabourin.

-The date's made. Tomorrow, the Malmaison restaurant, one o'clock.

-Nice of you to come.

-Good night, Clementi. Lovely party.

-See you in the office.

-Good morning, everybody!

-Good morning.

-Good morning. Goodbye.

-Lovely party, last night.

-Very nice.

-Nice.

-Great!

-I want to know what Broadway shows need money.

-All of them, I hear.

-This is a special situation. There has to be a part for a young girl in the lead.

-Mrs Ryan's secretary?

-What of it? What does it cost to put on a Broadway show these days?

-My friend put one on recently.

Folded in a week, buried up 75,000.

Well, call a few producers.

-I know one - Max Freundlich, ALWAYS needs money!

-A good man, but he has a sharp lawyer.

-You'll handle him!

You can't mean she's worth 75,000!

I don't mind if she costs me a million! See, you don't understand. She's a NICE girl.

She's clean and wholesome.

I might even marry her!

-Yes, right away, sir. Yes?

-I have an appointment with Mr Sabourin.

-Your name, please?

-Stephanie North.

-Oh, yes. He's expecting you. Will you follow me, please?

-Miss Stephanie North is here by appointment.

-Of course. Come in.

-Hello, Mr Sabourin.

-You're right on time.

-Yes.

-They're casting a play called The Walking Doll.

-I read about it. They're rehearsing right away.

-Yes, but they're having trouble casting the girl's part.

-What sort of part is it?

-The lead.

-They'd never give it to ME.

-Why not?

Why should they entrust a big Broadway role to someone with no name or experience? I haven't a chance.

-You go and see Max Freundlich, the producer. I know he'll consider you.

-For the lead?! I haven't a prayer!

-Have a good thought. You never can tell about these things!

-All right.

Maybe it is a part I could read for.

Thanks again, Mr Sabourin.

-Mr Freundlich?

-Yes?

-Miss Stephanie North wants to see you.

-Oh, yes. Show her in.

-OK.

Well, boys, here comes the lead if we want the money, so get ready for anything!

-Mr Freundlich?

-Yes?

-I'm Stephanie North.

-Oh.

Well, you know, this is a big part.

Yes, sir. I've heard.

-This is our director, Mr Claypole.

-How do you do?

-And our staff aid.

-Hello.

-Did you ever act before?

-Yes, sir. A little?

-Where?

-Well, in little theatres back home.

-Well, would you walk a little?

-I beg your pardon?

-Walk. Surely you know how to walk?

-Yes, sir.

At least, she can walk.

Well, MISS NORTH?

Come here. I want the director to work with you at the weekend and start preparing you for the role.

-What role?

-For the lead.

-You mean I've got the part?!

-That's the idea.

-I can't believe it!

-Believe it, believe it.

-Yes, sir!

Thank you very much!

Thank you, Mr Freundlich!

A telephone call, Mr Sabourin.

Oh, thank you. Excuse me. Hello?

Mr Sabourin? Oh, I had to call you. Your office gave me this number. I got the part, Mr Sabourin!

-You did?

-I want to thank you. You have enormous influence!

-All I did was to open a door.

-I'll never be able to repay you!

-Yes, you will! What are you doing tonight?

-I have to be at the theatre for rehearsal.

-I may drop over to watch.

I'm sure I shall find the entire procedure satisfactory. Goodbye.

-You must forgive me, dear. You know what business calls are like.

-I've heard about you as far as Chicago.

-Nice things?

-The whole financial world is talking about you.

-I wish other people would.

-Who, for instance?

-You, for instance. Or would you rather talk about your husband?

-My husband is completely wrapped up in his business. He has neither time nor...

-Nor the ability?

-I think you underestimate your husband.

-Isn't that your secretary?

-She works for me.

-What's he doing with her?

-Perhaps they became friends at my party.

-I've been waiting for a chance like this.

-Now, don't make a scene.

-Just a little one. Where will you be later?

-At my house.

Am I interrupting, Oswald?

Edith!

Now I understand why you were too busy to go back to Chicago today.

Don't look for me in the hotel. I won't be in. You're going home alone.

Don't blame me! He invited me here.

How could I resist him?

What an unreasonable woman!

-It was a lovely dinner!

-I flew the lobster in from Maine and the onions from Bermuda.

This is for you.

-What's this?

-A little token of my affection.

Handcuffs.

You want me to be chained to you.

Isn't that what love is?

People chained to one another?

Getting a divorce is rather drastic.

But why should you be married to a man that you don't love?

-He gives me security.

-But you saw how faithless he is. He engaged in cheap flirtation with my assistant -

-a public rendezvous.

-You arranged it.

-I admit it, but I wanted you to see what an inveterate chaser he is.

If I get a divorce, how do I know you'll wait for me?

If you don't trust me, then you shouldn't even consider it!

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Come in.

Mrs Ryan is here, sir.

What's SHE doing here?

-This is no time for questions. Show her in.

-Yes.

-My car will be in the street. My butler will bring your coat.

-Don't tell her I was here.

-Of course not.

Mrs Ryan, sir.

Darling, what a nice surprise.

I shouldn't have come. You don't deserve it, especially since you didn't even thank me for the party.

But I was next door with some of my friends and I thought about you, so I dropped by.

-Is anything wrong?

-No, no! Nothing.

What a pretty cup!

-The funniest thing happened. My secretary, Stephanie quit. She got herself a job in a play.

-In a play?

-It's unbelievable - the lead, no less!

-How did she do that?

-I don't know. Maybe she's a good actress.

-Or maybe she knows someone.

-I don't think she's that sort of girl.

I'm glad you came. I have something very important to tell you. Remember the killing we made on Wilson Oil?

-Hm-mm. I made a million dollars.

-I want you to invest the whole million.

-In what?

Tomorrow I'm issuing a new stock - Sabouranium.

-And what is that?

-I bought a tract of land. It's loaded with uranium. We'll capitalise at £10 million.

-Tomorrow the stock will sell at 1. Then, 2.

-How many do you want me to buy?

-I put you down for two million.

-Two million shares?!

-Well, you made a million, and I looked you up. You're loaded.

-That doesn't mean I throw it away.

-You'll double it like before!

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Yes?

-Excuse me, please, sir. There's a telephone call for you.

-Hello?

-Hello, Mr Sabourin. This is Max Freundlich.

-How are you?

We had the first rehearsal today, Mr Sabourin, and that girl is great!

-She really can act!

-So you liked the stock?

-Hm? Oh, it's a great piece of stock! Where did you find her?

-I found it in Texas, loaded with uranium.

-Uranium?

Oh! You mean she's an atomic bomb, huh?

-Worth millions.

-We open out of town in New Haven in four weeks. Mr Sabourin, I'm so happy!

-I hope you'll be there.

-I intend to explore the territory in four weeks.

That territory is worth exploring, sir!

I'll see you soon.

Bye. That was a broker, very excited about Sabouranium. The whole country'll be buying it tomorrow.

All right, darling. I'm going to buy two million shares.

But stay away from my secretary.

Enjoying the view?

-Palmer, will you come in when you have a moment?

-Yes, sir.

-We had lunch.

-What's going on between you?

-I don't like your inference.

-You seem to be getting very chummy.

Why are YOU so interested? You've got four cases going on I know of.

-You remind me of a doctor treating all his patients at once.

-You act as if you were married to Miss Kelly.

-I just don't wanna have any secrets behind my back.

-We have no secrets.

Look, let's keep it that way.

-Here's a cheque for 2 million from Mrs Ryan.

-What for?

-She just bought two million shares of Sabouranium.

-What's Sabouranium?

-It's a company we're forming today.

-We capitalise at 10 million.

-Just like that!? Where do we dig?

-Nowhere.

-We buy some land, show a lot of expenses and throw the company into receivership. Simple!

-Go to work!

Max called today.

-That show opens in New Haven in four weeks. He wants a cheque for 75,000.

-OK, write him a cheque.

-D'you really think that girl can carry the show?

-What's it to you?

Well, you oughtta get SOMETHING for your money.

Don't worry. I will!

-Please come in, dear.

-Am I late?

-It doesn't matter. You're here. I'm so glad you could come.

Did you order midnight supper sent up to my suite?

Champagne, flowers, the whole setting.

-Where is everyone?

-My other guests couldn't make it. It's just the two of us. Sit down. Dinner is served.

-You know, I've never been to a man's apartment before.

-What difference...?

Interesting actress.

Interesting play!

-Champagne?

-No, no, thank you.

You don't LIKE Champagne?

-I never acquired the taste.

-Why did I order Champagne?

-Would you care for something else?

-I don't drink, Tom.

-Oh.

If you want to be my girl, you'll have to be more worldly.

He's doing your job for you.

-What does being your girl mean?

-How can one explain why two people fall in love?

A man meets a girl and suddenly they're in tune. They're in love. He feels he's known her all his life.

You'll have all you can possibly need -

clothes, a car, an apartment, a charge account. I'm sure you'll find the arrangement quite satisfactory.

-Did you write this play?

-Shut up!

-I'm sorry, this is all wrong. Get my coat, please.

-What's the matter?

-I'd like to go home.

-Go home?! Why?

I'm afraid I've never been in sympathy with men who stage things.

I thought you had a little more imagination. I thought you had decent instincts. I guess I was wrong.

You're pretty rotten, Tom.

-Goodbye, Tom.

-I thought you loved me.

No, I could never love you, Tom.

Love is something that has to be shared.

It's a perfect union of two people united in understanding.

You did make me see one thing.

You made me realise what a wonderful boy I left back home. And so help me, I'm going back to him on my knees.

APPLAUSE

-How are you going to follow that scene?

-You forget it's still a play.

Wonderful! Wonderful! Magnificent! I'm so proud of you, dear!

Do that all week and you are a cinch to become a star in New York.

-Was I really all right, Mr Freundlich?

-All right?! Great!

-Mr Sabourin! I didn't know you were coming.

-I'm proud of you.

-Did you really like me?

-More than words. Max?

-Would you and your friends excuse us, please?

-Of course.

-You must get dressed for supper in my hotel.

-I thought you said there was to be a party.

-This IS a party.

For you and me. An intimate party.

-When did you have time to plan all this?

-Oh, I had it done.

-Champagne?

-No, thank you.

You don't LIKE Champagne?

-No.

-Oh.

Well, I knew you didn't like it in the play.

But that was just a play.

I don't care for it on stage or off, Mr Sabourin.

My dear, I must tell you I thought you were just wonderful tonight.

Thank you, but I didn't think so.

Well, the audience did...and that's the important thing. You might find that in Broadway you'll be a star.

-I'm not a star. I'm just an actress who's working.

-I admire your modesty.

Tonight is a very important night in your life...and also in mine.

I don't understand.

-I'm very fond of you, Stephanie.

-But you don't even know me.

How should one explain such things?

A man meets a girl, and...she strikes a responsive chord in him.

He...feels that he's known her all his life. He feels alive.

Those lines have a familiar sound.

I mean them. When you're a star, you'll have to fight to stay on top.

-You'll need a sponsor.

-Well, just what would this sponsorship entail?

The return of my affection.

Why are you laughing?

-You don't understand.

-I'm afraid I understand too well, Mr Sabourin.

I didn't think you were like that.

You needn't have gone to all this trouble. You could have invited me backstage. We have the same scenery.

Good night, Mr Sabourin.

-Hello, Mr Sabourin. We got a hit on our hands!

-Yes.

Back so soon? Where is she?

She learnt her part too well.

-You mean all that beautiful food... She didn't eat it?

-She didn't touch a morsel.

75,000 supper!

Well, you finally met someone you couldn't buy with money.

Can you imagine the gall? The unmitigated gall of her?

-She's a star. It doesn't happen too often. We've got a star!

-I want you to take her out of the part.

-What?

-You heard me - take her out!

-How can you do that? It's HER show!

-It's MY show.

-But your investment!

-How soon can you get a replacement?

-I don't know. I'd have to send to New York. But it's terrible!

That girl had a tender quality. A certain inner beauty, charm! She's no commercial hype! She is good!

-Can you get a replacement?

-But it's insane.

-Let me be insane for my money.

-You've a right to be insane!

Good night, Mr Sabourin.

Would you join me in a little private supper?

-Good morning.

-Good morning, sir.

Hello. I thought you were in Boston.

Don't you read the papers?

No. Come into my office.

No, what's the matter? What happened?

I lost the part.

You lost the part?! Why?

I don't know, really. You didn't have anything to do with it, did you?

Me?! How can you say that?

-I'll call Max...

-I'm sorry, Mr Sabourin. I know you didn't.

Well, what did Max say when he took you out?

He... He just told me that he thought the part was too big for me.

He didn't want to risk taking it on to New York with me, when he could get someone more experienced.

And since I don't have a run-of-the-play contract, he gave me two weeks' salary.

How awful! What are you going to do?

I guess I'm going home.

Guess I just don't have it.

But I'm not gonna make the mistake most actresses make.

My mother used to say that WANTING to be an actress and BEING one are two different things.

One mustn't confuse desire and talent.

I guess I was a little too high on desire...

and low on talent.

I'm sorry, Mr Sabourin. I don't know why I'm bothering you with my problems. You've been very kind.

So, I'll say goodbye.

Where are you going?

I wanna get the whole thing out of my system.

I'm leaving New York. I'm leaving the theatre.

-No hard feelings about what happened in New Haven.

-No hard feelings.

Feel better?

You got even, but she cost you 75,000.

She didn't quite pay off, did she?

I know what's eating you. She just didn't love you. I suppose you didn't think that was possible.

She thought you were just being kind.

Why didn't you let her know how you felt about her?

I did. She laughed at me.

Funny thing, but I know what you're going through.

Sometimes a woman can love a man the same way,

and all along he's laughing at her.

Clementi...

didn't you know I loved you?

I do.

I try to talk myself out of it by telling myself you're no good.

But I love you.

I could have made you better. I could have made myself better. I wanted to be better for you.

Kelly, forget about me.

I stopped being a human being the day I left Europe. I resigned from the human race then.

-It's too late, Kelly. I have to achieve my goal.

-Money?!

Is that all you're living for? I've watched you make all that money. What's it done for you?

BUZZ

-Hello?

-Hello, Mr Sabourin. This is Max.

-Yes, Max?

-The girl who replaced Stephanie - nothing at all!

Can't you reconsider? The play is no longer the same! You're going to blow your money.

All right. Put her back in.

But don't tell her why.

-Yes?

-Special delivery letter for you. It's from Europe.

Read it.

"My dearest son...I do not know if you have found a job in America,

"but if you could make it possible for me to come there, I would not be in your way.

"I cannot tell you how awful it is in this country.

"If possible I would like to be with you in America.

"Now that your brother and father are both dead, I have no-one else.

"Your loving mother."

-She's always writing to me. Tear it up.

-What?!

-Tear it up!

What's the matter?

-Are you afraid to face her?

-BUZZ

-Yes?

-'Mrs Van Renassalear is calling for you from Chicago.'

-Thank you.

-Hello?

-Hello, darling.

I'm so excited I just had to call! I just signed the divorce papers, my lawyer is filing suit immediately,

-and my husband has agreed to the financial settlement.

-Good. You still have your stock?

-Yes.

-We're going to take over your husband's company.

-How do you expect to do that?

There's a stockholders' meeting next week in Chicago.

-Your block and shares we can buy will give us control. You'll make a killing.

-Are you coming to Chicago?

-Of course. I want you to sign those proxies over to me right away. Where will me meet?

-The Winston Hotel.

I'll be there in the morning.

-INTERCOM: Yes?

-Get me a reservation on the midnight plane for Chicago. If you'll excuse me, I must pack.

-I'm taking the plane to Chicago. Would you pack a bag?

-Yes. There's a lady waiting in the library.

-A lady?

-What lady?

-She didn't give her name, sir.

Thank you.

Shut that door!

Zina! When did YOU get to America?

-Never mind. I'm here now, and I'm going to kill you!

-Why?

-Why would you kill me?

-You killed your brother.

-That's not true.

-You turned him in.

-No!

-I KNOW it!

-How?

-You sold your information. I had to buy mine at a much higher price.

-What price?

I had to become friendly with the police inspector to get the story.

-The police inspector for whom you degraded yourself was lying!

-PHONE RINGS

-Shall I answer that? He'll come in if I don't.

-Go ahead.

-Yes?

-'Shall you be needing your dress clothes, sir?'

-No, Henry. Just pack a business suit.

Why listen to a European policeman?

I've waited such a long time!

Every mile I travelled, I said, "One minute nearer." And now, here I am.

He died without a chance!

And so will you, you murderer!

Wait! It's true - I did inform upon him.

When I saw what he had done to me,

when I saw that he had married you,

I was so hurt! I didn't think they'd kill him. I just thought they would confiscate his money, MY money!

I just wanted to teach him a lesson.

Oh, I've died many times since then.

Do you know what it means never to be able to sleep?

To live in a prison of one's own making? Always to see his face?

I see it in your eyes now.

Help me, Zina! Help me to find some sort of peace! And don't tell my poor mother.

Let me spend all the money that I've made, trying to make it up to you.

Zina, I'm begging you!

Try to find it in your heart

to forgive someone who has committed a terrible sin.

I'm as helpless as you are.

Oh, Zina!

PHONE RINGS

-Yes?

-'The car is waiting, sir.'

All right.

Look, they want me to go to Chicago.

I don't want to go without your permission. Come with me.

Go to your hotel and pack.

I'll be over as soon as I can.

-Where are you staying?

-At the Belloc Hotel.

I'll be over right away.

You pick me up at my hotel, and now I'm in an aeroplane on my way to Chicago. I don't understand.

When we get to Chicago I have some business to transact, but then I'll spend all my time with you.

You're in 782, sir. The lady's in 786.

You can set those down right there.

-Thank you.

-Thank YOU, sir.

-This is your suite.

-I don't know quite what to make of all this.

-I don't even know why I came to Chicago with you.

-Zina, I know that you're troubled and upset.

But maybe things can be the way the used to be. Maybe you can believe in me once again.

Hello, Edith? I'm in room 782.

Come up.

Thank you.

-Mr Sabourin?

-Yes?

-Police.

-We wanna talk to you.

-What about?

-Who is this lady? Is she with you?

-I never saw this man before in my life.

-You'd better come with us.

-Where to?

-You know a young lady by the name of Zina Monte?

-Yes.

-Living here?

-Yes.

-All right.

-Do you recognise this woman?

-Yes.

It's Zina Monte, my brother's wife.

Here's a note we found with the body. It's in HER handwriting. I'll read it to you.

"My brother-in-law, Clementi Sabourin, put something in my drink, and I'm trying to call the police."

It's all she was able to write.

She did manage to call the police, but we got here too late.

Somebody put poison in her drink. She says it was you.

So Zina got her revenge after all.

Palmer's on his way in. He had quite a session with the District Attorney. I understand he may have a solution.

-The District Attorney is quite a man, QUITE a man!

-Well?

-It doesn't look good for our side.

-I didn't have anything to do with it. You know that!

Clementi, the note is definitely in her handwriting. This was established from letters in her bag.

-You think they can find me guilty of something I haven't done?

-You never know.

-Can't we make a deal?

I tried that. They'll make no deals.

BUT they seem to be interested in deporting you back to Czechoslovakia. They want you out.

They wanna get rid of you.

Czechoslovakia - that means my money will be confiscated.

I'll be thrown in jail.

Kelly.

Send for my mother. Cable her to come over right away.

-And then dress for dinner - I'm taking you out.

-All right.

This table is reserved, sir.

-Oh, well then perhaps we could have some other table?

-ALL tables are reserved.

-For whom?

For anybody but you, Mr Sabourin!

This is an embarrassing situation!

-I'll buy this place and fire everybody in it!

-Your money's bought you a lot of enemies.

Sometimes dreams can come true, son.

I never thought I would see America and you again.

This is really New York!

Yes, this is really New York.

-Are all the taxi cabs like this in New York?

-This is no taxi cab. This is a limousine, and it's mine!

This beautiful automobile is yours?!

-Yes.

-Who gave it to you?

The people.

There he is!

You crook! You're a swindler, you!

What did they want? Why are they so angry?

When a man becomes successful, everybody envies him. Come and see your room. You stay here.

-They wanted to kill you!

-Don't worry about it, mother! You'll like your room. You'll be very comfortable.

Thank you, son.

This will be my room?!

-ALL for me?!

-All for you.

How did you do all this?

-You are a rich man!

-Well, in America, everybody's rich.

-Yes! I heard that. I heard that.

-Oh, I only wish your father and brother were alive to see this.

-Yes, so do I.

Mother, there's something I have to tell you.

They're trying to deport me.

Deport you? Why?

-Zina was here.

-Zina?

-When?

-A few weeks ago. She died.

-Zina? Dead?

-She killed herself, and then left a note saying that I did it.

-Why?

-She thought I had something to do with Jerry's death. It was revenge. Now they want to deport me.

-Where?

The land of my birth, Czechoslovakia. France won't take me. You know what'll happen there.

They'll take my money and jail me.

-You know what that's like now, with the Communists! You've got to help!

-How can I help you?

You've got to say I'm your illegitimate son,

you met a man in Switzerland and I was your child by him. Then they have to deport me there!

Switzerland is neutral. I can keep my millions! We can live there for good, rich!

That's why you brought me to America?

You didn't really want to see me!

You wanted to USE me!

You want me to say I was a bad woman!

-Oh, mother!

-You want me to disgrace the name of your dead father.

Maybe I am old-fashioned,

but this I cannot do.

You are no longer my son!

Not even my illegitimate son!

-Crowd gone yet?

-Yes.

What's that?

Someone threw it through the window.

-Those dogs!

-It was wrapped in an editorial - today's paper.

-It's about you.

-Read it.

-It's called The Barbarian.

-SABOURIN LAUGHS.

"Sabourin is a barbarian who represents the decline of morality.

"And yet we are responsible for him,

"because we permitted him to flourish.

-"We are guilty of not destroying him already."

-Throw it in the garbage!

Goodbye, Clementi.

-Where are you going?

-I don't know. Anywhere.

Back to where you found me, maybe.

I think I was better off.

-So you're running out on me too, eh?

-You've run away from yourself, Clementi.

I've tried to beat the world your way. It doesn't work your way.

But you have done one thing for me - made me SURE your way is wrong.

It's unclean.

Now, I'm going over to the other side.

I wanted you to come with me. You'd have been better off.

But you could never see that.

You going moral on me or something?

A lot of people invested in you. They weren't gambling. They were just trying to better themselves.

They trusted you. Now they're all broke.

Why don't you give the money back?

You're not a rich man really.

You're very poor, Clementi,

only you don't know it.

-You'll be joining the Salvation Army next.

-Maybe you oughtta go to church. Maybe you oughtta pray.

Where are you going?

Goodbye, Clementi.

PHONE RINGS

-Hello?

-Palmer? I'm going to give the money back.

I'm going to give it all back to the people. I'm endorsing the stock certificates now.

Tell me, if I give the money back, will the government let me stay? I want to stay in America!

-I'll present it in the morning. It may weigh in your favour.

-Call Kelly and tell her what I'm doing.

What are you doing here at this hour?

I knew you were going to do this.

I think it's very worthy of you.

Palmer and I know you're going to love Czechoslovakia. Thinking of yourself, weren't you?

What about us? Why do you think I stuck it out, Mr Sabourin?

Just to give the money back now? Oh, no! I risked prison with you! You can't keep the money, but I can!

I've given the money back.

Good evening, Mr Sabourin.