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(church bells ringing) (gunshot) (man)ok! i know how to handle your type. (thud) well, old faithful,that's your shooting for the day. if we haven't rung upat least two rabbits, we deserve to go home empty-handed. yeah, still, blessed are theywho expect nothing. for they shall not be disappointed.

mm. fewer things in life give a manmore pleasure than hunting. it satisfies his primitive nature, striding through the woods,picking up his kill. well, come on, old faithful. there's plump rabbitswaiting for the frying pan. if this can had four legs and a tail,we'd be eating it tonight. clean through the heart. for rice cake! i've done him in. cor.

a harmless pot-shot at a rabbitand i'm a murderer, a killer. mother always saidi'd come to a bad end. what in hades were you doing hereanyway? i can't say that i've seen youaround here before. no. if you're going to get yourselfshot, do it where you're known. (birds chirping) "mr harry worp, 87 maple avenue,boston, massachusetts." worp, you're a long way from home.

with the looks of it, you won'tget back for christmas, now. we're going to have a cold,hard winter. mm. you might keep here a long time,an awful long time. too long for me, harry. yes. captain wiles? yes, ma'am? what seems to be the trouble,captain? it's what you might callan unavoidable accident.

- he's dead.- yes. i would say that he was. of course,that's an unprofessional opinion. yeah. did you...did you know him, miss gravely? - no. doesn't live around here.- well, he died around here. - that's what counts now.- embarrassing. what do you plan to do with him,captain? miss gravely, without cutting the hemoff truth's garment, i'm gonna hide him, cover him up, forget him.

are you never going to informthe police, captain? no. forget you saw me, miss gravely. chase it out of your mind, forheaven's sake, it was an accident. he was poking around the clearingand i thought he was a rabbit. it was a human error.ah, now, please, don't... don't say anything to anybody,miss gravely. do as you think best, captain. i'm sure you must have metmany similar situations in your travels in foreign lands.

- yeah, i've seen much worse things.- i certainly won't say anything. much worse things.i remember when i was on the orinoco. we had a turk, a great, big turk,running amuck with a machete - captain, if i were going to hidean accident, i shouldn't delay. oh.'re right as rain, miss gravely. yes. you know something?i'm glad i met you today. i feel better for telling someoneas warm, tender, understanding as yourself. well, on the contrary, captain. it...

it... i'm certainly gladif i helped you, captain. perhaps you would care to come overfor some blueberry muffins and coffee later on,high-bush blueberries? ah, well. this is certainly somethingof an interesting surprise. - and maybe some elderberry wine.- oh! after all, we've been neighboursfor nearly three years now and... we've never exchanged social calls. you're's high time i paid a call.

- what time?- oh, say, early this afternoon. i'll be there with a clean shirtand a hungry face. do that. you better be going now. don't wantto be an accessory after the fact. you are a considerate man,captain wiles. - goodbye.- goodbye. (breathing deeply) (boy) we're almost there, mommy! here he is, mommy. here he is.

- what did i tell ya, mommy?- don't touch it, arnie. - there he is.- no. it can't be! harry! harry, thank providence,the last of harry. - who's providence, mommy?- a very good friend. - don't you know who it is?- you said harry. - can't you remember, arnie?- why don't he get up and move? he's asleep. he's in a deep sleep,a deep, wonderful sleep. how'd he hurt his head?

putting it where it wasn't wanted,would be my guess. - will it get better?- not if we're lucky. let's run homeand i'll make you some lemonade. will lemonade put me in a wonderful,deep, deep sleep, mommy? no, arnie, but it's betterthan no lemonade. - i don't understand that.- never mind. forget you saw him. - is there a special way to forget?- just think of something else. - i'll try not to see him tomorrow.- that's a good boy, arnie. now, let's run homeand get that lemonade.

she won't care what i do with him. couldn't have had more people hereif i'd sold tickets. what's the big attraction, i wonder? this could turn out to bethe luckiest day of my life. i'll just wait till the whole worldcomes to pay their last respects. sooner or later one of them hasto turn out to be the deputy sheriff. (man singing)# flaggin' the train to tuscaloosa # flaggin' the train that's going home # flaggin' the train to tuscaloosa

# never no more, no more to roam # gotta get back to tuscaloosa # got a sweet gal who's on my mind # back to the gal i left behind # got no baggage # just got my fare # but all i need yes, indeed # is waitin' for me thereflaggin' the train to tuscaloosa # oh how i love that choo-choo sound

# flaggin' the trainthat's homeward bound (humming) (children shouting) (dog barking) # is waitin' for me there # hello, mr marlowe. wiggy, you haven't sold a painting.all my pictures in the same place. so few cars. they don't... i guessthe cider takes their attention. cider, indeed.throw it away! drink it.

- no, i hate cider.- not a picture sold. i'm sorry, mr marlowe. let's geta look at your new one. hold it up. what good would it do? you don'tdeserve to see it. how will i eat? mr wiggs always used to thumphis stomach when he got mad. he busted somethin' inside once. (cows mooing) you think we'd do any betteron 5th avenue? if there's more people there. oh, lots of people. hundredsand thousands and billions of people.

- it might be better then.- but what sort of people, wiggy? what breed? i'll tell you. they're little people,little people with hats on. how are your cigarettes? (car engine starting) i'll buy the other half tomorrow. what does your son do with all thoseold cars he always works on? he sells 'em. mechanical antiques.doesn't make much, needs the money. hm. doesn't he get paidfor being deputy sheriff?

piecework.gets paid by the arrest, i think. (car engine revving) ah, mr marlowe, it's wonderful. - i've been in a tortured mood.- what is it? good old wiggy, my sternest critic. i don't understand it but i thinkit's beautiful. mrs rogers agrees. - oh? you talk about me?- well, i... she's the pretty womanwith the little boy, isn't she? mm-hm.i only brought up your name once

when we were talkingabout strange people. - huh?- that is, strangers. - oh.- people she hadn't met yet. what does the pretty,little thing say about me? nothin'. i think we better discuss, my shopping list. i'll go in and start puttin' it up. wiggy, how do you spell tuscaloosa? sam?

- hi, calvin.- you hear any shootin'? - nope.- i did. and there shouldn't beany shootin' around here. - why?- it's posted land, that's why. - why's that?- 'cause i posted it. what's wrong with people doingshooting now and then? let off steam. bullets and guns are dangerous.they kill things. no one around here could hita freight car with a cannon. i guess you're right, sam.all the same, the law's the law.

i got a mind to scout around to findout who's shooting and level a fine. and pick up a little piecework? if i can do anything to make itany harder for you, let me know. (horn honking) (children yelling) how'd you want your bacon,mr marlowe? - what were you saying?- i asked how you want your bacon. sliced.(doorbells jingling) - where is calvin?- off somewheres unimportant.

(breathing deeply)what a wonderful day. so was yesterday, but you didn't sayanything to me about it. what you want calvin for? these marvellous pictures. someone told me they were yours. why don't you sell them,make a lot of money? never thought of it. i guessi'll just have to think about it. and that song. you sing it sobeautifully. you wrote it yourself? what do you want to borrow?

i think people need encouragementsometimes, don't you, mr marlowe? - how'd you know my name?- it's on the pictures, isn't it? - it's not supposed to be readable.- i can tell it's not supposed to be. they're very professional,don't you think, mrs wiggs? well, miss gravely,all i know is nobody buys them. thank you for your encouragement,miss gravely. - now i wonder how you know my name?- easy. wiggy just said it. wiggy. what a perfectly ridiculouslittle nickname. do you mind if i call you wiggy,mrs wiggs?

not if you pay all your billson time. alright, mr marlowe,bacon, beans, cabbage, sugar, salt, tea, oleomargarine. - $1.95.- and half a box of cigarettes. - ah, yes. ten cents, two five.- that much? i don't seem to be able to find... i know, mr marlowe, as soon aswe sell some of your paintings. let me make my position clear - shhh.

what do you think? i think it'll hold coffee. will you try it, mr marlowe? put your finger through the handle,please. how about the size?what about the handle? hm? i mean, does it fit?is it the right finger size? it's my finger size. - i'll take it.- fifteen cents.

- and the saucer?- ten. - that seems a fair price.- what's important about finger size? i wanted to be certainit would fit a man. - a certain size man.- a man? a certain somebody is coming overto my cottage this afternoon. - not really?- for coffee and blueberry muffins. why, you old social butterfly, you. old? that was figuratively speaking.

(mrs wiggs) i think we've gota nearsighted cider customer. (miss gravely)how old do you think i am, young man? hmmm. old do you think you are? forty-two. i can show youmy birth certificate. you'll have to show more than yourbirth certificate to convince a man. - what do you mean?- you have to show your character, the inner self, the hidden qualities, the true miss gravely,sensitive, young in feeling, timeless with love and understanding.

i can do it!at least, i think i can do it. do what? - i'll see what that gentleman -- at a time like this? - where are your scissors?- outside. we're going to cut her hair. - hair?- cut it short. bring it up-to-date,make a nice romantic styling, take ten yearsoff your birth certificate. - how are you fixed for ribbon?- should be some around somewhere.

- powder, rouge, lipstick?- i think so. nothing cheap, shoddy or obvious. just youth, gentility, character. i'll go out and get the find the other things. (doorbells jingling) (door closing) - ah, here they are.- excuse me, young man, i... oh, well. all right, ernest. let's go.

well, always grow back, i guess. there's calvin. - is he alone?- yep. guess he didn't sell his car. hey! would you mindgetting out of my picture? next thing you know, they'll betelevising the whole thing. huh. - this your body, little man?- don't turn me in. it was an accident,an accident, pure and simple. i thought he was a rabbitor a pheasant or something.

- it could've happened to you.- suppose we straighten this out? i guess that's the only way out. first thing i seenwhen i rolled out this morning was a double-breasted robindrunk as a hoot owl, from eating fermented chokecherries. right away i knew somebodywas in trouble. what i didn't knowwas that it was me. the larder was empty and i got tothinking about a toothful... (sam) stands to reasonthat they can't touch you for it.

nothing these daysstands to reason. it was accidental,an act of god, perhaps. in a way you should be gratefulthat you were able to do your share in accomplishingthe destiny of a fellow being. suppose, for instance,it was written in the book of heaven, that this man was to die at this particular time,at this particular place. and suppose for a momentthat the actual accomplishing of his departure hadbeen bungled, something gone wrong.

uh... perhaps it was meant to bea thunderbolt and there wasno thunder available, say. well, then you come along,and you shoot him... and heaven's will is doneand destiny fulfilled. your conscience is quite've got nothing to worry about. sammy, i haven't got a conscience. and it's not heaventhat's worrying me because i don't expecti'll ever have to face it. and it's none of those noble thingsyou were talking about, no.

- nothing like that.- then what is it? (sighs)it's me. it's me that's worrying me, me and my future life. i know the policeand their suspicious ways. you're guilty untilyou're proved innocent. i want nothing more to do with him.bury him, and be done with him. he's no good to anyone now. lay him to rest.put him under the sod. forget him. i never did it and you never saw him.

yes, what about all thoseother people who saw him? how about the woman and the boy,miss gravely and the tramp and... the man who was reading the book,dr greenbow? - how about all of them?- nobody was interested, i tell you. nobody ever careduntil you came along. ah, that's what you think. suppose someone starts to careafter you've buried him? i can't wait for people to startcaring whenever they feel like it. i don't want a little accidentto turn into a career.

suppose that womanwho called him harry... suppose she decidesshe loves him after all. - she was hysterical with delight.- hm? what was she like? pretty as a rainbow.wish i was two years younger. - and with a little boy?- yeah, about four or five years old. hmm. it's got to be mrs rogersand her son. why don't we slip him undergroundnow that you've finished drawing him? we could discussthe smaller details later. i don't like it. the authoritieslike to know when people die.

all right, sammy. forget it. you cut off home. i killed himand i'll look after his remains. what'll you do, drag him around thecountryside the rest of the day? i'll do my best.that's all a man can do. if you're not careful, you will geta murder charge lined up. matter of fact, i'm beginningto suspect something myself. there you are then. see? if you, an artist, suspect the worst,what will they, the police, think?

what about that envelopewith his name and address on it? by rights, you shouldmail him back home. have you forgotten who carries themail down to the station every night? calvin wiggs, deputy sheriff. oh, yes. you're right. i'll tell you what we'll do.i'll tell you what. we'll find out how wellmrs rogers knows this man, and whether she intendsto notify the police of his death. - what good will that do?- why, a lot of good.

if she's a distant friend of his anddoesn't plan to notify the police, then i, personally,will help you bury harry. oh, sammy!you've signed on for the cruise. (chuckles) what time is it? - about noon.- good heavens. i've got to go home and spruce up.i've got a date with miss gravely. not you. you are not the one. oh, sam. she could do a lot worse,you know? couldn't do any better. just think,you'd be establishing a precedent.

i'm not establishing nothing. i am going over for blueberry muffinsand coffee by her own invitation. and possibly some elderberry wine. do you realise that you'll bethe first man to... cross her threshold? oh.'s not too late, you know. she's a well preserved woman. - i envy you.- yes, very well preserved. and preserveshave to be opened someday. hm?

yes. now, you just trot downand see what mrs rogers has to say. - how about hiding harry first?- holy smoke! forgetting a little detaillike that could hang a man. yes. (mumbling) (groaning) oh. oh, i beg your pardon. (speaking indistinctly) (captain) i hope i never have to beoperated on by dr greenbow. - come on. let's get going.- yeah.

(mrs rogers) good afternoon. you're beautiful, wonderful. you're the most wonderful,beautiful thing i've ever seen. i'd like to paint you. was there something elseyou wanted, mr... marlowe, isn't it? you certainly are a lovely woman.i'd like to paint you nude. some other time, mr marlowe. i wasabout to make arnie some lemonade. oh, yes, of course. perhaps i've comeat an awkward moment. if you want to undress me, you have.

well, it wasn't exactly that. i came here to talk to you aboutsomething, but after i saw you it... slipped my mind. - it couldn't have been important.- i guess you're right. sit on the porch. i'll get you alemonade. maybe you'll think of it. you're not only beautiful,you're considerate too. - arnie!- hello, mr marlowe! hi. what do you got, a rabbit? dead. what have you got?

oh, i got me a little frog. whoop! - (sam) there he is.- (mrs rogers) it's hungry. (laughing) - i'll trade ya.- your mother for mine? - the rabbit for the frog.- it's yours, arnie. i think you got the best deal.dead rabbits don't eat. i'll just take it in the kitchenand give him some lemonade. four rabbit's feet,and he got killed.

- should've had a four-leaf clover.- and a horseshoe. say, how do rabbits get to be born? - same way elephants do.- oh, sure. how come you never came overto visit me before? didn't know you had sucha pretty mother, arnie. if you think she's pretty,you should see my slingshot. - perhaps i'll come back tomorrow.- when's that? - the day after today.- that's yesterday. today's tomorrow. - it was.- when was tomorrow yesterday?

- today.- oh, sure, yesterday. (mrs rogers) you'll never make senseout of arnie. he has his own timing. thank you. - lemonade, arnie?- i already swiped two glasses. - i would've given you two glasses.- it's more fun to swipe. can i borrow your rabbit, mr marlowe? sure, arnie.what are you gonna do with it? you never know when a dead rabbitmight come in handy. it already got me one frog.

(mrs rogers)arnie! where are you going now? to make some more trades. - come home in time for supper.- (arnie) ok. what's your given name? if you don'twant to tell me, just make one up. jennifer. jennifer rogers. nice. um, who's the man up on the path? - what man?- you know, harry, the dead man. oh, him.

that's my husband. your husband's dead, then? is your lemonade sweet enough? - it seems to be.- i like it tart. harry is arnie's father, then? - no, arnie's father's dead.- so is harry. thank goodness.he was too good to live. from his looks, he didn't appear tome to be the kind who was too good. well, he was. horribly good.

i like your mouth too,especially when you say, "good." - will you have some more lemonade?- well, maybe later. thanks. where'd arnie get the rabbit? he found it.maybe the captain shot it. i'd like to hear moreof your life story. you see, we don't knowquite what to do with harry. - thought you might have suggestions.- you can stuff him for all i care. stuff himand put him in a glass case. only i'd suggest frosted glass.

what did he do to you,besides marry you? look, i've wanted to explainabout harry a lot of times... (church bells ringing)but nobody would understand, least of all, harry. but you... you've got an artistic can see the finer things. when i'm lucky.go on, tell me everything. let it all out. it was a long time ago and i wasin love. i was too much in love.

- what was his name?- robert. we'd agreed to overlook each other'sfamilies and get married. - did you?- oh, yes. - and then robert got killed.- oh? i was heartbroken for six weeks. then i discovered little arniewas on the way. - must have been a shock.- well, that's where harry came in. harry the handsome hero.harry the saint. - harry the good.- i didn't catch his last name.

harry worp, robert's brother,his older brother. and he fell in love with you? if he'd have fallen in love with me,i wouldn't have minded. he wanted to marry me because he wasrobert's brother and felt noble. but you thought he wasin love with you? and i decided to let himlove me because of arnie. it was on my second wedding nightthat i learned the truth. you didn't learn on your first? (dog barking)this was a terrible truth...

the truth about harry. - just what happened?- how old are you, mr marlowe? about 30. this is what happened. i was in the hotel room alone.i put on my best nightie. - you understand?- perfectly. although i had no true feelingfor harry, i worked myself into an enthusiasmbecause i thought he loved me. must have been hard work.

there was a full moon,and i sat by the window because i thought it would show offmy new nightie to advantage. naturally. i don't know whyi'm telling you all this. you, a perfect stranger too.i'm not boring you, am i? no. not at all. - how about some more lemonade?- soon, soon. oh, where was i? you were sitting by the windowbecause it was a full moon

and you'd worked yourself upto a certain enthusiasm. i said all that? uh, when does harry come in? he doesn't. he never came in. - he called the following morning.- the following morning? in the hotel lobby the night before,he bought a magazine. - his horoscope was in it.- bad? it said... he was a taurus. it said, 'don't startany new project that day.

- it could never be finished.'- and what did you do? i left him on the spot,and went home to mother's. the end. what a poignant story. i knew you'd understand. - nobody else does.- not even mother? she thought i should live with him,but i wouldn't. he pestered me to go back,but i always refused. well, suppose some nighti wanted him to do something... like the dishes, for example.

- his horoscope wouldn't let him.- you're absolutely right. there are some thingsi just don't like to do by myself. and no one with any trueunderstanding would blame you for it. when arnie was born, i moved to wherei thought harry could never find me. i changed my name and... but he was persistent? this morning there was a knockon the door. before i opened it, i knew he wasstanding on the other side. - what did he want?- me!

he wanted me because i was his wife. he wanted me because, as he put it,he suddenly felt some basic urge... - loneliness.- what'd you feel? i felt sick. did you seehis moustache and his wavy hair? yeah, but when i saw him,he was dead. yeah, he looked exactly the same whenhe was alive, except he was vertical. so he entered. what'd you say? nothing. i hit him over the head witha milk bottle and knocked him silly. silly?

bats. tappy. he staggered up towards the woodssaying he was gonna find his wife and drag her home if it killed him. apparently it did. (giggling) (horn honking)have some more lemonade. why, captain wiles, what a surprise. but you invited me, miss least that's how i remember it. of course i did, captain,but somehow, it's still a surprise.

oh, yes. you certainly knowhow to make a man feel wanted. won't you come in, captain? thank you.i... i've looked forward to it. (chuckling) takes a real cook tomake a good blueberry muffin, to keep the blueberriesfrom sitting on the bottom. high-bush blueberries,that's the secret. i picked 'em up near where you shotthat unfortunate man. a real handsome man's cup. it's been in the family for years.

my father always used itup until he died. i trust he died peacefully,slipped away in the night. he was caught in a threshing machine. i hope i haven't distressed you,captain. not at all. not at all. i'm used to looking on the rough sideof things. i am man who's faced deathmany times. rather recently too. yeah.

arnie. what are you carrying there? - a rabbit.- (captain) a rabbit? - what do you call it?- dead. it ain't mine. - well, whose is it?- yours. you shot it with your gun. you must've killed it should make a nice stew for ya. a rabbit! i finally killed a rabbit! - (captain wiles) where'd you get it?- in the blueberry muffins. - what?- out in the woods. oh, here you are. one muffinfor one rabbit. fair enough?

that was a two-muffin rabbit. (chuckles) - i gotta go now.- oh. (sighs) hm. it's, uh, certainly a nice afternoon,miss gravely. - isn't it?- mm. yes, and you're, you're a nice woman. and i think you're awfully nice,captain wiles. um, um.let's get back to our little problem.

harry. what's going to become of him? oh, now, now.don't you worry about harry. he'll be comfortablyunderground before nightfall. all that digging and work.couldn't you just... let him slide off the endof your boat pier into the pond? and have him pop up like a cork?no, sir. nobody ever popped upfrom under four feet of ground. no. besides, they'll becutting ice there this winter. now wouldn't it be a nice thingif they were cutting blocks of ice -

never mind, captain. you're right. yes. underground is the best placefor harry. he seems comfortable, sam,very comfortable and snug. we better find a place and get it dugand the sooner the better. if what you say about mrs rogersand her husband is true, i agree. well, let's find a place. no use making hard work out of it. weneed a place where the earth is soft. and a place where the whole townwon't stumble over us as we work. mm. a place with a certaincharacter and attractiveness.

facing west so that harrycan watch the setting sun. - where it'll be cosy in winter.- and cool in the summer. you know, i'm half envying harry. it wouldn't take much longerto dig it twice as wide. well, thanks for your kindness,but some other time. - here. this looks like a good place.- ahh! you're a lucky fellow, harry worp. - come on, off with your coat.- who, me? certainly's your body, isn't it?

i'm not much of a handat grave digging. you should've thought of thatbefore you went hunting this morning. calvin wiggs. what'll we do now? think up the best storyhe's ever heard. (car engine recedes) lay down your shovel, sam. - what's the trouble?- i'm dead beat. good.i was dead beat ten minutes ago. i wanted to keep digginguntil you gave up.

- brrrr! gives me the creeps.- yeah? come on.let's get harry and pop him in. with hasty reverence. there. would you like to saya few words, captain? yes, i would. harry worp, don't evershow your face around here again. (car approaching) let's finish this joband get out of here. captain, i think calvin wiggsis looking for something. think he knows harry worp came here?

sammy, that's as horriblea thought as you've ever had. and that he wonders what happenedto harry and where he is? my only answer is to keepon scraping, and fast. if you must kill things from now on,i wish you'd stick to rabbits. - the body's smaller.- rabbits! i didn't tell you, did i? - i shot a rabbit today!- don't shout. i know you did. i was up at jennifer rogers'when arnie showed me the rabbit. jennifer, eh?didn't waste much time, did you? well, i don't blame you, sammy.

a very nice widow she'll make.very nice. let's discuss herwhen we've finished with harry. no need to get huffy. i don't wantto talk about your affairs. i've got affairs of my own. - you mean my protã©gã©e?- come again? miss gravely. the lady i renovatedat mrs wiggs' this afternoon. a most remarkablereversion to femininity. i don't quite get you, sammy boy. she came into the emporiumin rather high excitement.

wanted a new cup and saucer,lots of other things. i gave her a new makeupand hairdo. don't tell me you didn't notice. she's a nice lady. - very nice.- we're all nice. i don't see how anyonecould help but like guys like us. i agree. i don't know whetheri've grown rose-colored glasses or - or if you're in love? aha! (chuckling)

there's nothing like finding yourselfin love. no, it adds zest to your work. zest! zest! i think i've had enough zestfor a while. - let's sit down and rest, huh?- oh, why not. we've earned it. tell me, sam, what did jennifer thinkof my shooting? you mean mrs rogers? oh, i think by now i'm entitled to beon a first-name basis with her. after all, i brought her a happyrelease with one bullet.

one bullet? how 'bout that"no shooting" sign that i found? well, that. one bulletfor the "no shooting" sign, one for the beer canand one for harry. - how about the rabbit?- and one for the ra... what's the matter? - what's wrong? what's bitten you?- i only fired three bullets. three! one for the shooting sign,one for the beer can - and one for the little manwho's lying in the grave. no, sammy, no. that's just for the rabbit.

if i shot the rabbit,i didn't shoot harry. oh, sammy boy, what have youtried to make me do? tried to make a murderer out of me. well, don't sit there. help me!you helped bury him. even if you didn't kill him, why dighim up now that he's nicely planted? i promised jenniferthat we'd bury him. keep my word, he should stay buried. besides whether you killed himor not, you've incriminated yourself. you'll have more of a job explaininga body that you didn't kill and bury,

than a body that you accidentallykilled and buried, right, captain? you're not supposed to bury bodieswhenever you find them. it makes people suspicious. supposed to tell the policeor advertise or something. oh, sammy, you don't don't comprehend one bit. you wouldn't like me to go throughlife not knowing if i've killed him? very inconsistent. first, you tell meyou've got no conscience. now you talk about something thatsounds remarkably like a conscience. oh, sammy, come on. help me.

i don't care if i killed him or not,for all that matters. but i'll get the shakeswhenever i see a policeman. all right. if i had my choice, i'd rather bethought a murderer than proved one. thank you. with two of us digging,we'll have harry out in nothing flat. can't see much from here. i'd betterget in down there and look at him. - let me do the honours.- ok, sammy. you've got good eyes. hey, that isn't a bullet wound. isn't a bullet wound?well, what d'ya know.

that's what they call a blowwith a blunt instrument. huh? what are you thinking, sammy? i think, captain wiles,we're tangled up in a murder. murder? if it's murder, who done it? - who did it?- that's what i say, who done it? apart from jennifer rogers,who else'd want to kill him? apart from jennifer? - yeah. do you think that she would -- oh, it's ridiculous. you said she was surprised to seethe body when she came up here.

you said she hit him on the head. coming home from madagascar once,we had a fireman on board who hit his head on a brick walland died two days later. where could he find a brick wallon board a ship? hmmm, that's what we always wondered. couldn't have been jennifer. no. besides, what's it matter who did it? it'll be better for all of usif he's buried and out of the way. nothing doing. i'm not buryingsomeone else's bad habits.

hmm? suppose it was miss gravely? what? (laughing) no, it's not as funny as all that. you said yourself she wasn'tparticularly startled to see you dragging harryup the path. you artists have got no ideaof etiquette. she is a lady of gentle habits andupbringing who hides her feelings. if i wasn't holding harry's ankles,she'd have never mentioned him. really?

when she said... 'what seems to be the trouble,captain? ', it was nothing morethan a pleasantry, so to speak. like, 'nice day, isn't it? ' 'i'msure, yes.' or something like that. going to help me bury him again? um... i don't know. 'course, it might have beendr greenbow or the tramp. - or jennifer?- i told you it couldn't... well, no point in arguing about it.let's get rid of him.

ok. you helped me in my hour of need.i guess it's up to me to help you. we'll file harry awayonce and for all. no more nonsense about it. come aboard, miss gravely,come aboard. it's just an old salt'ssnug anchorage. small, not palatial like yours,but homely, very... won't you sit down, miss gravely? it's funny. funny how we got to beso friendly in one afternoon. i knew you weren't as primand starchy as they made out. no.

(chuckling) not by a long shot. - really?- no. i'm a man who can recognisethe human qualities in a woman. when i first saw youdown where harry was - - captain wiles.- yes, ma'am? before you make your kind thoughtsknown to me, i should like to offer you someexplanation of my sudden invitation to coffee and blueberry muffinsthis afternoon and my...and my sitting with you here now.

no, ma'am,you don't have to explain anything. you came to my aid at a moment ofcrisis, for which i'm truly grateful. thank you, but it's just thati owe you some reason. no, no, no.i won't hear a word of it. you saw the predicament i was inwith that body on my hands and you shut your eyes to it in amost sporting fashion, if i say so. i'm trying to tell you the reasoni asked you to coffee and muffins. it was because... i felt - - sympathy.- gratitude.

gra...? but i'm the onewho should be grateful. no, i was grateful.i... i am grateful. i'm grateful to youfor burying my body. your body? the man you thought you killed... was the man i hit over the head withthe leather heel of my hiking shoe. you? and with a metal cleaton the end of it. but why?

he annoyed me. i was walking towards home when he suddenly came at mewith a wild look in his eye and insisted... - we were married.- oh, you knew each other before. believe it or not, i had neverseen him before in my life and... if i ever had,i never would have married him. he must have mistaken youfor someone else. oh, no, he very definitelypulled me into the bushes.

- yes?- i came out again. go on. he pulled me back. twice. he swore at me,horrible, masculine sounds. - i didn't understand it, of course.- of course you didn't. - we fought.- then what? i won. my shoe had come offin the struggle, and i hit him. i hit him as hard as ever i could.

you killed him. i must have done it.i was annoyed, captain. - very annoyed.- naturally. i don't thinki've ever been so annoyed. consequently, i... i didn'trealise my own capabilities. whew! seems to me... mrs rogers knocked him silly,and you finished him off. why should mrs rogersknock him silly? she was really his wife.

poor woman.i thought she had better taste. you know, captain, when i ran away i decided i wouldnever tell a soul what had happened. then i met you, and i thought... how convenient it was that youshould think that you had shot him. - forgive me for thinking that.- only natural. that's why i felt... i still feelunder an obligation to you. oh, not at all. let's forget it. oh, no, we mustn't do would hardly be fair to you.

for you to go through life knowingyou had buried a man you didn't kill. you would have my crimeon your conscience. it's a pleasure, (hiccups)i'm sure. but no. now i realise that harry manwas out of his mind, and my action was justifiable, there's no reason we shouldn't letthe authorities know about it. - the authorities?- everything will be cleared up. i'm sure calvin wiggs and the police

won't make a fuss about itwhen we explain. perhaps it needn't getinto the papers at all. don't you believe it. they love it,the papers, this kind of thing. murder and passion. you let harry be.just forget it ever happened. the same as sammy and meand jennifer rogers are going to do. oh, but... but it isn't your body. after all, i killed him, so it's onlyfair that i should have the say so - - yes, but -- don't you agree?

- well, in a way -- i thought you would. i tell you what, captain. - we'll go and get a spade now.- but ma'am - and after we've dug him up,we'll go back to my place and i'll make yousome hot chocolate. arnie's so tired he'll sleep all dayand half the night. i think you've got a pretty house,jennifer. it's the best i could doon robert's insurance. - sugar?- no, black, thanks.

it's funny, but... i feel awful comfortable with you,sam. you know, i feel the same way too. it's a good feeling, feeling comfortable with someonewho feels that way too. there is one thingi feel uncomfortable about. just tell me what it is,and i'll take care of it for you. - it's harry. what about harry?- harry? don't you think about harry. harry's part of the earth.he's with eternity, the ages.

take my word for it,harry's ancient history. (knocking at door) come in, whoever it is. what happened? sam, i've got something to tell you. no, captain,i have something to tell him. now who's going to tell what? (sighs) i killed harrywith the heel of my shoe. so it was you.

we're on our way to get calvin wiggs. - and have him call the state police.- i keep telling her there's no need. he's right and, besides, it'd beindecent. harry's dead and buried. you haven't dug him up again. well, i... (miss gravely)i insisted, mr marlowe. - don't you understand?- you have nothing to fear. it's my concern entirely. as soon as captain wiles told me thefull circumstances of his being here

i knew there was nothing for meto hide. you know all about harry? well, i'm afraid i do, mrs rogers,and... and after all, nobody could possiblygossip about a lady and a maniac. you'd be surprised. you don't quite understandwhat murder involves, miss gravely. it'd be hours and hoursof questioning and photographs, and the whole of your private lifespread indecently in the newspapers. what makes you thinkmy private life is indecent?

i didn't mean that. i meant thatthe way they pry is indecent. they'll hound you to death. there'll be newspapermen,photographers, detectives. i've made up my mind. she certainly has. it was captain wiles herewho persuaded me to call and tell mrs rogerswhat i proposed to do. after all, she is most closelyconnected with the business. what do you think about it,mrs rogers?

i can't see why you're allmaking such a fuss about harry. if he was buried, i don't seewhy you had to dig him up. but since you have, i guessyou'd better do what you think best. i don't care what you do with him,as long as you don't revive him. i have a free hand, then. free as a bird. as far as i'mconcerned, it's ancient history. wait a minute, jennifer. i think we've forgotten something. do you realise if this comes out,that all the details of your marriage

will be public property? oh. - i hadn't thought of that either.- where'd you put harry this time? over by the big oak tree. - i'll get my shovel.- i'm causing you a lot of hard work. - i'm sorry.- not at all, not at all. well, let's all go up there. you know, i've never been to ahome-made funeral before. (chuckles) hm. i have.

this is my third. all in one day. (sighing) (clock chiming) (sam) well, let's get it over with. (captain)i think we ought to cement it over. (miss gravely) next springi'll set out some blueberry bushes. (captain) couldn't you make itsomething else? lilac, maybe. (sam) i think nature'llwill take good care of it. - (captain) how about a service?- (sam) i can't think of what to say.

- besides, my arms ache.- (jennifer) it's late for a prayer. besides, wherever he was going,he's there now. bye, harry. i forgive you. (trumpet sound) - (captain) trumpets welcoming harry.- (jennifer) you didn't know harry. (sam) i want to paint you,'re beautiful in the moonlight. (captain) sounds as if it'scoming down from near the village. (miss gravely) i know what it is.the call of the phantom stagecoach that used to pass by hereeach night 200 years ago.

- (chuckling) phantom ghost?- the turnpike ran across the hills. (sam) oh, to be a highwaymanon a night like this. (jennifer)listen. somebody's running. - (miss gravely) horses?- (sam) a horse that can shout. - what's she saying?- we'll know soon. she's coming here. - sam marlowe!- it's wiggy. old wiggy. mr marlowe! - wiggy, what on earth do you want?- i... he wants... - wait a minute, catch your breath.- he's a millionaire!

- who?- he wants to buy your pictures. - which pictures?- all of 'em and more besides. he says you're a genius. he's right, but it's hard to believehe wants to buy all my pictures. (miss gravely) i'd be too curiousto refuse to at least to talk to him. (wiggy) don't turn downa good chance, mr marlowe. all right, i'll talk to him. - (captain) we dug sassafras root.- (wiggy) sassafras tea is healthy. mr wiggs always swore it curedhis arthritis just before he died.

(captain) how much doesthe millionaire want to pay? i said seven dollars for the one thatlooks like blobs in a thunderstorm. - (sam) and?- he said they are priceless. (captain) priceless? sounds likesomething i painted in kindergarten. (sam) that picture is symbolicto the beginning of the world. (captain) that's where i first heardof the world, in kindergarten. yes, and my friend here, art criticfor the modern museum, he - don't think i'm rude, but it doesn'tmatter to me what an art critic says. - is that so?- i know my paintings are good.

he doesn't want them, you do. soall that matters is what you think. well, i think they are works ofgenius, and i want to buy them all. - too bad.- why? just decided i can't sell them.besides, you couldn't afford them. - uh...- money. sammy. don't be a fool.make him pay through the nose. go ahead, mr marlowe, be reasonable. - be unreasonable, if you want.- what do you say? it's your genius,'s up to you.

all right then. what do you like mostin the whole world? i don't know. strawberries, i guess. strawberries. write that down. two boxes of fresh strawberries, eachmonth, in season and out of season, from now on. (millionaire)well, it's simple. what else? what would arnie like? a chemical set. - (sam) what kind?- whatever smells the worst.

- got that?- right. one smelly chemical set. wiggy, wiggy, what would you like? cash register, chromium plated,one that rings a bell. - (sam) got room for one?- i'll find room. - (sam) cash register.- chromium plated, rings a bell. check. miss gravely,a beauty parlour, fully equipped? what for?

a hope chest... filled with thingsi should have put in it but didn't. a hope chest, full of hope. captain? a good shotgun, plenty of ammunition, some corduroy britches, a plain shirtand a hunting cap. a brown one. davy crockett, the works. well, that's it, i guess. - the paintings are yours.- yes, but what about you? yes, sam,you've gotta ask for something.

well, let's see. that's it. what's it? pardon me. yes,i think that can be easily arranged. well. that's it, then. i'll come back in the morningfor all these paintings. mr marlowe, this has been a night that i shallremember the rest of my life.

come back again. i'll have some morepaintings for you next month. and you'll have a steady customerin me, even if you raise your prices. - well, good night, everyone.- (all) good night. all right, young man.(millionaire clears throat) (captain) congratulations, sammy!good boy! - (sam) did i do the right thing?- you did just the right thing, sam. good. because it's important to methat you think so.

why? because i love you.i want to marry you. oh! (giggling) - you want to marry me?- uh-huh. why not? well...because i just got my freedom today. easy come, easy go. besides, if you married me,you'd keep your freedom. you must be practically unique, then. i respect freedom.more than that, i love freedom.

we might be the only freemarried couple in the world. this is very sudden, sam. you'll have to give mea little time to think about it. only fair. i'll give youuntil we get back to your house. (door opening) - what's goin' on here at this hour?- (wiggy) the most wonderful thing. mr marlowe sold all his paintingsto a millionaire. - got more'n i ever figured he'd get.- money? well, not exactly money.

i always knewthey weren't worth the space. i found these on a tramphangin' 'round here. said he found 'em on a... dead man. took me to where he saidhe found him, and... i didn't see any body.(ringing) (calvin) montpelier 2000. - (wiggy) that's the state police.- (calvin) uh huh. i think, uh, we'd better get going. (wiggy)thank you for the cash register.

it was a pleasure. good night. good night. good night. - good night.- good night. good night, captain. (door closes)this is deputy sheriff calvin wiggs. yeah, i'll wait. ma? yes? - this picture here on the floor.- it's a new one.

he did it today,but it isn't for sale. - why not?- you'll have to ask him that. he left it on his wayover to jennifer roger's house. guess he didn't have timeto take it home. you suddenly got interested in art? no. but... it's just that it matchesthe description of - oh, hello, sergeant. calvin wiggs.

got somethingthat might interest you a little. it seems i picked up this trampwith a pair of stolen shoes... and a wild story about a corpse. what do you think? him walking inwith harry worp's shoes in his hand? and then that phone callto the police? i don't know. i may be wrong, but idon't think he's tied us into it yet. oh, the way he looked at me. if he'd known anything,he'd have kept us there. but modern police methodsare all psychological now, sammy.

they just wear you downand wear you down until... you're almost gratefulto get into that gas chamber. the police would probably tell him,if the shoes fit, to keep them. - i've decided, sam.- decided what? i will marry you, if you haven'tforgotten about asking me. i'm... i'm very fond of you and... i think you'd make a good fatherfor arnie. and for some other reasonsbest left unsaid. marriage is the comfortable wayto spend the winter,

but right now we should beworking on some good story to satisfy the state policeif they should turn up. would you believe it?i'd almost forgotten that proposal. - i have witnesses, sam.- oh, i remember now. all right,you've got yourself a husband. i think i'll kiss you nowto prove it. lightly, sam.i have a very short fuse. what a pretty sight. sam, what did you askthe millionaire for?

(no audio) that's very practical. - congratulations, my dear.- you're a lucky man, sammy. - i think you'll both be very happy.- thank you. if i grumbled too much at my share ofthe work in burying harry, i'm sorry. i can see now it was well worth it. - and if i can do anything else -- hold it! hold it, hold it! what's wrong, sam? harry. we're not quite finishedwith him yet.

sam, if anybody's through, it'sharry. he's been buried three times. before we can get married, you'regonna have to prove that you're free. to prove you're free, you'llhave to prove that harry - is dead. what a horrible complication. oh! i don't know that it is. what are you looking at me for?you... sammy, i'll do anything to help you,but please,

please don't ask me to dig upharry again! - oh, come, come now, captain.- no, we can't. - you're thinking of bad publicity -- (jennifer) no, i'm not. i think sam would be worthjust about anything. i'm thinking of you, miss gravely. murder is murder, no matter howexonerating the circumstances. it just wouldn't look nice at allfor you. that's right!better let him stay where he is. you'll only have to wait seven yearsto presume death, anyway.

- seven years! i'll be an old man.- don't be silly. you waited far longerthan seven years already. yes, but now i knowwhat i'm waiting for. (miss gravely) i insist that you digthe wretched man up. i don't care a hoot what they say. they'd only have to know me torealise the man must have been mad. - i disagree! huh!- really, captain wiles? well... i'll dig him up but we'd betterget it done before calvin wiggs

gets the state policesnooping around here. (jennifer) i've been thinking. i've been thinking maybe we couldforget the way it really happened. i could tell how harry visited meand went off in such a rage today and that's all we'd need to knowabout his being there. no, somebody elsemight get the blame. and somebody else might nothave such a good reason as i did. what do you mean 'somebody else'? i can think of two people witha good reason for having killed him.

first you, because you married him.and now sam. me? why would i want to kill him?i never met him before. you could still have a reasonfor killing him. - she means me.- yes. i didn't fall in love with jenniferuntil after harry was dead. try telling that to the police. she's right, sammy boy. on second thought, we'd better stickto the truth, what there is of it. we must think up a reason why thepolice weren't informed before now.

yes, then there's the condition he'sin. that will take some explaining. we'll just clean him up a bit. it's horrible,but there's nothing else we can do. we can't risk complicatingmiss gravely's confession. as for the delay, i can explain thati was so upset by the occurrence that i went straight home and rested. - only natural.- they'll think you had a long rest. sam, i'd rather not spendthe whole night debating. let's get harry someplaceand clean him up.

(man talking)(captain) let's get out of here. love alters notwith his brief hours and weeks, but bears it outeven to the edge of doom, if this be error and upon me proved, i never writ, nor no man ever loved. i, uh, i think he met with a bitof an accident, dr greenbow. he certainly did. which of you found him? - well -- he was my husband, doctor.

oh, mrs rogers. i didn't know youhad a husband. i'm awfully sorry. it's all right,'s just life, i guess. - what happened to him?- well, he - we want to know too. can you say whatcaused his death? it was so sudden. in this light, my opinionwould be little more than a guess. in that case, we could take himsomeplace where you could see better. all right, but i need my bag.where should we meet? i'll take harry home to my house. going home for the last time.

better be the last time. come on, sam. i've gotabout one more trip left in me. i'll get your coats. i'll get the suspenders on. i can't wait for this to be ready.i'll have to iron it dry. isn't it odd? after refusing for so long, herei am finally doing harry's laundry. ah!(whispers) look. it's nothing to get excited about,captain.

it's only a closet door. oh. i thought it was harry. relax, captain. what about the cut i made on his headwith my hiking shoe? (jennifer) hmm.i'll put some adhesive tape on it. they'll think it was donebefore he died. after the shirt's finished,it should be just about everything. - if that who i think it is -- calvin wigg's car. (door buzzer buzzing)

(buzzing) (jennifer) just one second. (buzzer) well, calvin wiggs. what a surprise. - sam here?- yes, yes, yes, he's here. can i see him a minute? - sam?- yeah? - calvin wiggs is here to see you.- tell him i'll be right out. - he says he'll be right out.- why don't i just go on in?

evening, calvin. evening, captain wiles.miss gravely. we've got 'em on the runin four spades. they should have been in much bridge? - never play it.- that's what i thought. something you wanted, calvin? - where were you today, sam?- working, as usual. somewheres downby mansfield meadows? possibly. i do quite a bitof sketching around. why?

is that where, uh... where you painted this? i left that portraitwith your mother. what right do you have to carry itaround with you? it might be damaged. yeah. it could be priceless,and sam would lose a sale. oh, i'll send him a box ofblueberries the first of every month. sam, what i wanna know is where'dyou paint it and who is it. first of all, it's not a painting,it's a drawing. matter of fact, it's a pastel for the model...

- it just came to me out of the blue.- you don't say. why are you actinglike a deputy sheriff? that tramp i picked up,the one with the stolen shoes? said he got 'em off a dead man? he described him very carefully. thedescription fits the picture exactly. a tramp who probably can't keephis job and drinks too much. i wouldn't think his wordwas very reliable. got him locked upin the schoolhouse. - i took the painting to show him -- drawing, if you don't mind.

i took the drawing to show him. he almost fainted.said it was the same face. where'd you paint it, sam? from my vast subconscious. sam, i hate to say this,but i don't believe you. with all this talk,i've lost interest in the game. if you'll forgive me,i'll just run along home. i'll see you all tomorrow. what do you mean,you don't believe me?

what i mean, sam...i ain't educated in fancy art... but i do know the face of a deadman when i see one, and this is it. calvin, perhaps i caneducate you to, um, 'fancy art.' see this -portrait of a sleeping face. a man, relaxed,far removed from earthly cares. it was conceived out of memoryand half-forgotten impulse, and it emerged from the shadowsof abstract emotions, until it was born full-grown from... the mechanical realitiesof my fingertips.

- oh, now sam, don't -- i don't need a model to draw from. instead of creating a sleeping face,i could have... chosen an entirely different setof artistic stimuli. my subconscious is peopledwith enough faces to cover the earth. and the construction of the humananatomy is so infinitely variable as to lie beyond the wildest powersof calculation. now, a raised eyelid, perhaps. a line of fullness to the cheek. lip that bends with expression.

there. - sam, do you know what you just did?- certainly. i just showed you how clearlyyou misinterpreted my art. you just destroyed legal evidence. calvin, it appears to meyou still don't understand. i understand you made kind of a foolout of me. but i still got enough evidenceto know something funny's going on. i ain't goin' to sleeptill i find out what it is. (jennifer) good night, calvin.

hey! what's he doin' in our bathtub? - that's where frogs belong.- (arnie) oh. - back to bed, arnie. back to bed.- state troopers here in the morning. i'm gonna want 'em to have a talkwith you, so be around. - (whispering) i said back to bed.- you can find me in my studio. just make sure.(knocking at door) where is he? he... he's in the bathroomplaying with his frog. oh?

um... this way, please, doctor. it's arnie. he's not very well. (car horn honking) someone must be foolin' aroundwith my car. what are you playin'with the horn for? it ain't your car. well, things are funny, you know?(chuckling) me and miss gravely might be in thecar market. we're looking for a car. yes. had a look at this's a beauty. i want to keep it that way.

now, now, that's not the wayto talk to a prospective customer. you're no prospective can't afford this car. he's gone. i put the little...i put arnie back to bed. - what'd the doctor say?- he said for me to get out. i didn't like the look in his eye.something seems to be bothering him. well, captain,did you get over being frightened? frightened? (chuckling)oh, no, that's not why i left. no.

i'm not easily frightened,you know. no. why, after all those years sailingthe four corners of the globe, strange ports, a lot of rough menand... miss gravely, what would you say... if i told you... i was only the captainof a tugboat... on the east river... and never got more than a mileor so off shore? well, i would say that...

that you were the handsomesttugboat captain that ever sailed up the east river. oh, maybe not. no. (chuckling) you want to see something?here. here. - captain.- where'd you get those? calvin wiggs' car. i figured you were handlinghalf the evidence, sammy, so it was up to meto take care of the rest. you're the sweetest captain.

why is he in the bath? well, uh...what'd you find out, doctor? oh, was his heart. he had a seizure. - his heart?- a seizure! well, i'll take a tripto the philippines! - death from natural causes.- well, certainly. but will somebody tell me what he'sdoin' in the bathtub half undressed? frankly, we didn't wantcalvin wiggs to see him. besides, he was awful dirtyafter we dug him up.

dug him up? i'd better explain, doctor, you see, harry's been buried and dug upon and off all day long. what? finally, he caused so manycomplications that we decided to clean him upand put him back where we found him. i don't understand you.what complications? well, for example, he upset captain wiles because thecaptain thought he had shot him.

the hole in the head. but as itturned out, it wasn't the captain. miss gravely hit him with the heelof her shoe after he attacked her. captain wiles attacked miss gravely? oh, no, doctor, harry. he dragged her into the bushes,thinking it was me. he was dazed, i supposed, after i hithim on the head with a milk bottle. (sighing) the captain and sam buried him first. (giggles)the captain was so scared.

then he accounted for all hisbullets, so up harry came. then miss gravely thought her shoewas responsible for it so - - shoe?- so the captain, rather gallantly, i thought,pushed him back in again. then he was out and back and...i can't remember why. but anyway, he's out again nowbecause sam and i wanna get married. - yeah. but why did you -- hit him on the head? that wouldn't interest's purely personal and non-medical. besides, it's awfully late, so ifyou'll keep quiet about all this,

we'll put harry back in the morning,nice and clean, and no one will be any the wiser. and then we'll be rid of all thesesticky complications. put him back, put him back,that's all. this is the first nightmarei've had in 25 years. he's kinda strange, isn't he? well, um,hadn't we better get harry dressed? yes, yes. couldn't arnie find him again?

then he'd run home and tell me,and then i'd phone calvin wiggs. yes! arnie could explainquite clearly to calvin - - that he found harry tomorrow.- you mean today. but to arnie, tomorrow is yesterday. let's go get harry. come on, captain. here he comes. go on, home and tell me about it. don't touch him. please, arnie, run homeand tell your mother.

beat it, you little creep! i mean, hurry home, son. captain, you never told meyour first name. albert. what's yours? ivy. albert, let's go. just a minute, ma'am.i want to ask sam something. sam, what did you ask the millionaireto bring you? (chuckling) albert, what was it?

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