Detour (1945) - Movie Script

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-Subtitles by DHM
-Well, here we are. I turn down here
at the next block.

-Thanks, mister. I'll get off there.
-- Want anything else?
- No.

-Hey, you!
-- Me?
- Yeah you. Where’re you heading?

-Too bad. I thought if you was heading north
I might be able to help you out.

-I’m pushing myself late tonight.
I don’t like to ride alone at night.

-I am one of those guys who gotta talk
or I fall asleep.

-My partner, he’s got Lou to keep him company, but ...
-... I ain’t got nobody at all.
-- Where’re you coming from?
- West.

-Yeah sure, I know, but ...
-... where? LA?
-- Maybe.
- I’ve got a cousin out in LA ...

-- You don’t say.
- Yeah. He’s been out ...

-You're not much of a talker, are you?
-My mother taught me never to speak
to strangers.

-- Oh, wise guy is it.
- So what!?

-Okay, okay. Don’t get sore.
-Trying to be sociable. That’s all.
-Hey, Grandma!
-Give me change for a dime, will you?.
-Let’s have something quieter this time, Joe.
My head’s splitting.

-It that what's wrong with it?
-Done with your coffee?
And don’t rush me, will you?

-Hey, turn that off.
Will you turn that thing off?

-- What’s eating you now?
- Yeah, what’s eating you?

-- That music, it stinks.
- Oh, you don’t like it, huh?

-- No. Turn it off!
- Now wait a minute, pal.

-That was mine, that penny.
-This is a free country,
and I play whatever I want to.

-Sure, and if you don’t like it,
you don’t have to listen to it.

-And you can leave here any time, you want to.
-OK OK. I’m sorry I am.
-First good piece played tonight,
and you don’t like it.

-Some people just ain’t got any good taste.
-That tune... That tune...
-Why was it always that rotten tune?
-Following me around, beating in my head,
never letting up.

-Did you ever want to forget anything?
-Did you ever want cut away a piece of your memory
or blot it out?

-You can’t, you know.
-No matter how hard you try.
-You can change the scenery ...
-... but sooner or later,
you’ll get a whiff of perfume or...

-... somebody will say a certain phrase,
or maybe hum something ...

-... and you’re licked again.
-"I can’t believe that you’re in love with me”
-I used to love that song, once.
-So did the customers back in the old
Break O’ Dawn Club in New York.

-I can’t remember a night when I didn’t get
at least 3 requests for it.

-Sue ...
-She was always was selling it too.
-Those were the days.
-Your eyes of blue, your kisses too
-I never knew what they could do
-I can't believe that you're in love with me
-You're telling everyone I know
-That I'm on your mind each place you go
-They can't believe that you're in love with me.
-I have always placed you far above me
-I just can't imagine that you love me
-And after all is said and done
-To think that I'm the lucky one
-I can't believe that you're in love with me.
-It wasn’t much of a club, really.
You know the kind.

-A joint where you could have a sandwich
and a few drinks ...

-... and run interference for your girl
on the dance floor.

-I fronted the piano in there every night
from 8:00 until the place closed up ...

-... which usually meant 4:00 in the morning.
-A good job, as jobs went in those days.
-And then too ...
-... there was Sue.
-... who made working there a little like working in heaven.
-But how we felt about each other.
Well, there was nothing very unusual in that.

-I was an ordinary healthy guy,
and she was an ordinary healthy girl.

-And when you add those two together,
you get an ordinary healthy romance.

-Which is the old story ...
-... sure, but somehow ...
-... the most wonderful thing in the world.
-All in all, I was a pretty lucky guy.
-Mr Paderewsky, I presume ...
-It's beautiful.
-You’re going to make Carnegie Hall your door.
-Yeah, as a janitor.
-I’ll make my debut in the basement.
-I don’t blame you for being bitter, darling but ...
-... you mustn’t give up hope.
-- Why, some day ...
- Yeah, some day ...

-... if I don’t get arthritis first.
-In the meantime, let’s blow this trap.
-- Like to get something to eat, hon’?
- I don’t think so, Al.

-I lose my appetite working in this fleabag.
-- Let's go home.
- OK.

-I can’t stand much more of that dump.
-Did you see that drunk tonight trying to paw me.
-No, what drunk?
-It doesn’t matter what drunk!
-Say, what’s the matter with you tonight, darling?
-That’s the third time you started
to tell me something and then stopped.

-We shouldn’t have any secrets from each other, Sue.
-Next week, we’re going to make with the ring and
the license. You and me. We’ll be a team.

-Yes, that's right. In the Bush League.
-- I don’t get you.
- We’ve been struck out.

-A funny way to talk, darling.
-- Don’t you want to marry me?
- Al, look, I love you, you know I do.

-- And I want to marry you.
- But ...

-But not now.
-Only after we do good.
-Someday, I'm going away.
-Oh, I know you’ll think it silly ...
-That’s why I hesitated to tell you.
But I’m going to California ...

-I want to try my luck in Hollywood.
-That’s the most stupid thing, I ever heard of.
-Don’t you know millions of people go out there
every year and wind up polishing cuspidors?

-I thought you had better sense.
-You sound as if you don’t think I have any talent.
-That has nothing to do with it.
-- I'll make out alright.
- Maybe. But what about me?

-Doesn’t it mean anything to you that
you’re busting up all our plans.

-- We may not see each other for years.
- It won’t be that long.

-- I thought you loved me.
- I do, you know I do.

-Well ... here we are.
-Al ...
-Al, why can’t you see my side of it?
-I'm young. We both are.
-And we’ve got all the time in the world to settle down.
-Really, darling ...
-... what I’m doing is the only sane thing to do.
-I ...
I hate the thought of being so far away from you, but ...

-But we'll be together again someday.
-Maybe you’ll decide to come out too, later on.
-So long.
-Al ...
-Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?
-Sure, why not?
-Good night.
-Say Roberts, you hit the jackpot this time ...
-Ten bucks.
-But when a drunk handed me a ten spot,
after a request ...

-... I couldn’t get very excited.
-What was it? I asked myself.
A piece of paper crawling with germs.

-It couldn’t buy anything I wanted.
It couldn’t ...

-Then I thought of something.
-Long distance.
I’d like to put a call through to Los Angeles.

-Miss Harvey, Sue Harvey. H-A-R-V-E-Y.
-The number is: Crest View 65723.
-Fifty ... seventy five ... eighty five.
-Hello Sue? This is Al.
-Oh baby, it’s great to hear from you too.
-What’s that? You do?
-Oh, me too, darling.
-I thought I’d go batty without you.
I just had to ...

-Huh? ... You’re working as a hash slinger?
-Gee honey, that’s tough.
-Those guys out in Hollywood don’t know the real thing
when it’s right in front of them.

-You just stick it out too, baby.
-Keep going around to those casting offices.
I’m sure you’ll click.

-Look, I’ll tell you what. You stay put out there.
I'll come to you.

-No, do not try to stop me.
Just expect me.

-Train? Who knows. Train, plane, bus, magic carpet.
I'll be there if I have to crawl.

-If I have to travel by pogo stick.
And then ...

-... let’s get married right away, huh?
-That’s the stuff.
That's what I’ve been wanting to hear you say.

-Well ... goodbye for now.
-I’ll be seeing you soon.
-The only way I could cross country was to thumb rides.
-For even after hawking everything,
I only had enough money to eat.

-Money. You know what that is.
-The stuff you never have enough of.
Little green things with ...

-... George Washington’s picture
that men slave for ...

-... commit crimes for, die for.
-It’s the stuff that has caused more
trouble in the world ...

-... than anything else we ever invented.
-Simply because, there’s too little of it.
-At least, I had too little of it.
-So it was me for the thumb.
-Ever done any hitchhiking?
-It's not much fun, believe me.
-Oh yeah, I know all about how it’s an education ...
-... how to get to meet a lot of people
and all that. But me ...

-... from now on, I’ll take my education
in college, or in PS-62, or I’ll...

-... send $ 1.98 in stamps for “Ten Easy Lessons”.
-Thumbing rides may save your busfare,
but it’s dangerous.

-You never know what’s in store for you,
when you hear the...

-... squeal of brakes.
-If only I had known what I was getting into,
that day in Arizona.

-Here, throw that in the back seat.
-Okay, let’s go. Make sure that door’s closed.
-You know, Emily Post ought to write a ...
-... book of rules for guys thumbing rides.
-Because, as it is now, you never know
what’s right and what’s wrong.

-We rode along for a little while, neither one
of us saying anything.

-I was glad of that.
-I never know what to say to strange people
driving cars.

-Then too, you can never tell if a guy wants to talk.
-A lot of rides have been cut short
because of a big mouth.

-So I kept my mouth shut until
he started opening up.

-Hand me that little box in the compartment,
will ya pal.

-Hold the wheel, will you.
-- How far are you going?
- L.A.

-Well, you’re really travelling, aren’t you?
-Yeah, but I don’t expect to make it
for a couple of years ...

-... at the rate I’ve been sporting rides.
-- Not much luck, huh?
- Sure, all bad.

-Not many people stop for a guy these days.
Afraid of a stick up, maybe.

-Well, you can’t blame them.
-- Where are you coming from?
- New York.

-Well, New York!
-Well, you’re in luck this time.
I’m going all the way.

-Right through to Los Angeles.
-- You drive a car?
- Sure, if you’re tired, let me know.

-I’ll holla.
-I guess at least an hour passed before
I noticed ...

-... those deep scratches
in his right hand.

-They were wicked.
-Three puffy red lines, about a quarter
of an inch apart.

-He must have seen me looking at them,
because he said ...

-Beauties, aren’t they?
-They’re going to be scars some day.
-What an animal!
-Whatever it was, it must have been
pretty big and vicious to have done that.

-Right on both counts, New York.
-I was tussling with the most dangerous animal
In the world...

-... a woman.
-Must have been Tarzan’s mate.
-Looks like, you lost the bout.
-It certainly wasn’t a draw.
-You know, there should be a law
against dangerous claws.

-I tossed her out of the car on her ear.
-Was I wrong?
-Give a lift to a tomato, you expect her
to be nice, don’t you?

-- Yeah.
- After all, what kind of a dame, thumbs rides?

-- Sunday school teacher?
- Yeah.

-A little witch.
-Must have thought, she was riding
with some fall guy.

-Not me who’s been booking horses around race tracks,
since I was twenty.

-Ahh, I've known a million dames like her.
-- Two million.
- Yeah.

-Stopped the car, opened the door ...
-"Take another hour and stop here, sister", I told her.
-- That’s the stuff
- As I was going on.

-If you want to see a real scar, brother,
get a load of this.

-- I got that one duelling.
- Duelling?

-Yeah, just kidding of course.
My dad owned a couple of Franco-Prussian sabres.

-Kept them on the wall for decoration.
-Well one day, another kid and I took them down,
and the old man wasn’t around... Had a duel.

-He hit me in the arm here.
-Pretty mean cut. Infection set in later.
-Yeah, I can see that.
-- Oh, give me that box again, will ya.
- Yeah.

-Pain made me lose my head, I guess...
Began slashing ...

-Before I knew it, I’d put the other kid’s eye out.
-That was tough.
-Oh, it was just an accident, of course.
You know how kids are.

-I got scared and decided I was going to
run away from home.

-Old man almost caught me, when I was
packing my duds.

-The bloody rag I had wrapped around my wrist
hadn't caught his attention ...

-... he'd have seen the bundle for sure.
-So I beat it, when he was phoning for a doctor.
-That was fifteen – sixteen years ago.
-I haven’t been home since.
-Pull in there for a bite of something, huh?
I’ll buy you ...

-Brother, was I hungry.
I hadn’t had anything in my stomach for hours.

-But even with that gnawing in the pit of my belly.
-I didn’t want to be in too big a rush
to put on the feed bag.

-First, I had to make sure this guy knew the score.
-If I got him down on me, goodbye ticket to Hollywood.
-- I’ll wait out here for you, mister.
- If it’s the money, don’t worry about paying for it.

-This time it’s on me.
-- Well, that’s quite ...
- Haskell. Think nothing of it.

-You make your first million, maybe you can
do the same for me. Come on, New York.

-I gotta make the West Coast by Wednesday.
-There’s a horse running at Santa Anita,
named "Paradisical" ...

-- Means dough to for me, if I’m on it.
- You’ll make it, alright

-He did most of the talking, during the half hour
we were in the place.

-I ate.
-He rambled on about his old man, whom he hadn’t
heard from since he ran away as a kid,...

-... and how he happened to become a bookie.
-And then all about how he got rooked in Miami.
-One race, 38 grand. They cleaned out my book.
-- How do you like that?
- It was tough luck.

-Yeah, and I'm supposed to be the smart guy.
You just wait ...

-I’m going back to Florida, next season,
with all kinds of jack.

-And you watch those stinkers run for cover.
-- Want anything else?
- No thanks, I've had plenty.

-Got the cheque there, sister?
-Oh, just a minute! Your change, sir.
-- Keep it, sister.
- Oh, thank you, sir. Call again.

-I’ll be waiting outside for you,
when you’ve finished work.

-Sharp chick, huh?
-I drove all that night, while Haskell
slept like a log.

-After a while, I began to get sleepy myself.
-I was happy though.
-Soon I’d be with Sue again.
-The long trip was practically over, and there’d be
no more hoofing it down the concrete.

-I began to think of the future ...
-... which couldn’t have been brighter
if I’d embroidered it with neon lights.

-It was nice to think of Sue, shooting to the top.
-Hmpf ... It’s amazing what a full belly can do
to your imagination.

-Your eyes of blue, your kisses too
-I never knew what they could do
-I can't believe that you're in love with me
-You're telling everyone I know
-I'm on your mind each place you go
-I can't believe that you're in love with me
-Mister Haskell.
-Mister Haskell.
-Mister Haskell, wake up. It's raining.
-Don’t you think we ought to stop
and put up the top?

-Mister Haskell, I’m going to put up the top.
-So far, things had been my way ...
-... but from then on something else
stepped in and shunted me off ...

-... to a different destination than
the one I picked for myself ...

-... for when I pulled open that door ...
-Mr Haskell, what’s the matter?
Are you hurt?

-Are you hurt, Mr Haskell?
-Doubtless ... I’ll listen to it.
-... but I know what you’re going to hand me
even before you open your mouth.

-You’re going to tell me you don’t believe my story
about Haskell died ...

-... and give me that "don’t make me laugh"
expression on your smug faces.

-I saw at once he was dead ...
and I was in for it.

-Who would believe that he fell out of the car?
-Why if Haskell came to, which of course he couldn’t,
even he would swear ...

-... I conked him over the head for his dough.
-Yes, I was in for it.
-Instinct told me to run, but then
I realised it was hopeless.

-There were lots of people back down the road
who could identify me.

-That gas station guy and the waitress.
-I would be in a worse spot then,
trying to explain why I beat it.

-The next possibility was to sit tight and
tell the truth when the cops came.

-But that would be crazy. They’d laugh at
the truth, and I’d have my head in a noose.

-So what else was there to do, but hide the body
and get away in the car?

-I couldn’t leave the car there with him in the gully.
-That would be like erecting a tombstone.
-My idea was to cover him with brush, not to rob him.
-But then I remembered that even if I only drove
the car for a hundred miles or so ...

-... I would need money for gas.
-Besides, it was stupid of me
to leave all that money on a dead man.

-Not only that. I’d have to take his drivers license
in case I was stopped or something.

-I didn’t like to think about it, but by that time
I’d done just what the police would say I did ...

-... even if I didn’t.
-My clothes. The owner of such an expensive car
would never be wearing them.

-Some cop might pull me in under suspicion.
-Hey you, this your car?
-Don’t you know better than to leave a car with
the wheels half way in the middle of the road?

-That’s the way accidents happen.
-I ... I’m sorry officer. I was just putting up my top.
-- I didn’t think.
- Well, the next time think.

-I’ll let you go now,
but watch your step in the future.

-I know that's a lonely stretch, but cars come by here
once and a while, and ...

-... we have plenty of crack ups.
-Thanks officer.
-I left nothing in the car that would
give me away as Roberts.

-If they found a dead man in the gully now,
it would be me.

-As I drove off, it was still raining ...
-... and the drops streaked down the windshield
like tears.

-I kept imagining I was being followed and
that I could hear sirens back in the distance.

-Just how long it took me to cover
the 60 odd miles to the California state line ...

-... I don’t know.
-I lost all track of time.
-But the rain had stopped and the sun was up
when I pulled up to the inspection station.

-- Hello. Carrying any fruits or vegetables?
- No.

-- Any livestock or poultry?
- No.

-I’d like to see your registration and
and driver's license, please.

-- Anything in the baggage compartment?
- Just baggage.

-Charles Haskell Jr, age 30,
brown eyes, dark hair ...

-... identifying marks, none.
-- Are you Charles Haskell Jr?
- Yes.

-Well, remember that if you’re employed
and stay over than 30 days ...

-... you take out California plates.
-Alright officer, but I'll only be in the
state a short while.

-Right, you can go now.
-I couldn’t drive any further without any sleep.
Cops or no cops ...

-... I knew I had to hit the hay and hit it hard.
-I was dead tired.
-No ... No you can’t, Mr Haskell.
-Mr Haskell, you can’t die.
-They’ll think ... that I did it.
-No, Mr Haskell. No ... no.
-- Who’s there?
- It’s the maid. Can I can come in and clean?

-- In a half hour.
- Alright, sir.

-There was no time to lose.
Every minute I had to be Charles Haskell was dangerous.

-And I’d have to be Charles Haskell, until I got
to some city ...

-... where I could leave the car and be swallowed up.
-That meant driving the car as far as San Bernardino ...
-... maybe even to Los Angeles.
-In a little town, I might be noticed ...
-... but in a city, I should be safe enough.
-Then after I ditched the car, I could go on to Sue.
-But those five minutes at the state line ...
-... made me realise, it might be a good idea
to find out a little bit about Mr Haskell.

-Then if anyone asked me questions
I could give the right answers.

-The first thing I found out was
that I had $768.

-This was a lot of jack. But believe me ...
-... it was the kind of money
I’d rather not have.

-And then I found out from a letter
Haskell was carting around in his bag ...

-... that he wasn’t the open-handed
easy going big shot ...

-... who went around buying dinners for strange

-Before I got done reading it, I saw him more
as a chiseller.

-It was written to his old man in California ...
-... the one he hadn’t seen in so many years.
-In it Haskell posed as a salesman ...
-... of hymnals, of all things.
-It was easy to see where Haskell expected
to raise the new stake ...

-... for his book in Miami.
-By rooking his old man.
-That was about all I found out from his effects ...
-... and it was enough.
-I told myself maybe old man Haskell
was lucky his son kicked off.

-He would never know it, but it saved him from taking
a flyer on sacred literature preferred.

-Near the airport of Desert Centre,
I pulled up for water.

-There was a woman.
-Hey you! Come on, if you want a ride.
-- How far are you going?
- How far are you going?

-That took me by surprise, and I turned
turned my head to look her over.

-She was facing straight ahead,
so I couldn’t see her eyes.

-But she was young, not more than 24.
-Man, she looked as if she’d just been thrown off
the crummiest freight train in the world.

-Yet in spite of this, I got the impression of beauty.
-Not the beauty of a movie actress, mind you ...
-... or the beauty you dream about when
you're with your wife.

-But a natural beauty.
-A beauty that’s almost homely, because it’s so real.
-Then suddenly she turned to face me.
-- How far did you say we’re going?
- Los Angeles.

-L.A.? ... L.A’s good enough for me, miste
-- That’s what I was afraid of.
- What did you say?

-Oh nothing. Just thinking out loud.
-People get in trouble for doing that.
-- What’s your name?
- You can call me Vera, if you like.

-- Do you live in Los Angeles?
- No.

-- Where are you coming from?
- Oh, back there.

-- Needles?
- No.

-Oh sure, Phoenix.
You look just like a Phoenix girl.

-Are the girls in Phoenix that bad?
-The girl must have been pretty tired,
because she fell asleep ...

-... not twenty minutes after she stepped
into the car.

-She lay sprawled out with her head resting
against the far door like Haskell.

-I didn’t like that part of it much
but I didn’t wake her up.

-It wasn’t that this girl still worried me.
-I’d gotten over that funny feeling I had,
when she looked at me ...

-... which I put down as just my jangled nerves.
-With her eyes closed, and the tempest gone out of them
-She seemed harmless enough.
-Instead of disliking her, I began to feel sorry for her.
-The poor kid probably had had a rough time of it.
-Who was she anyway?
And why was she going to Los Angeles?

-And where’d she come from in the first place.
-The only thing I knew about her was her name.
-Not that it made any difference.
A few hours more, we’d be in Hollywood.

-I’d forget where I parked the car
and look up Sue.

-This nightmare of being a dead man would be over.
-Who this dame was, well it was no business of mine.
-Where did you leave his body?
-Where did you leave the owner of this car?
You’re not fooling anyone.

-This buggy belongs to a guy named Haskell.
That's not you, mister.

-You're out of your mind, that's my name,
Charles Haskell. I can prove it.

-- My driver’s license.
- Save yourself the trouble, mister.

-Having Haskell’s wallet only makes it worse.
-It just so happens I rode with Charlie Haskell
all the way from Louisiana.

-He picked me up outside of Shreveport.
-- You rode ...
- You heard me.

-Then it all came back to me.
-All the talk about duelling and scars and scratches.
-There was no doubt about it.
-Vera must be the woman Haskell had mentioned.
-She must have passed me while I slept.
-Well? ... Well, I'm waiting.
-My goose was cooked. She had me.
-That Haskell guy wasn’t dead yet.
-He wasn’t stretched out stiff and cold
in any Arizona gully.

-He was sitting right there in the car
laughing like mad while he haunted me.

-There was nothing I could say.
It was her move.

-Vera or whatever her name was ...
-It was just my luck, picking her up on the road.
-Couldn’t have been Helen or Mary or Evelyn or Ruth.
-It had to be the very last person,
I should ever have met.

-That’s life.
-Whichever way you turn,
fate sticks out a foot to trip you.

-I told her everything,
but she didn’t believe my story.

-I should have saved my breath.
-That’s the greatest cock-and-bull story I ever heard.
-So he fell out of his car? Say, who do you think
you’re talking to? A hick?

-Listen mister, I’ve been around, and I know
a wrong guy when I see one.

-What did you do? Kiss him with a wrench?
-Now wait a minute, what I told you is true.
You see that’s why I had to do it?

-You think I killed him.
Well, the cops would have thought so too.

-Yeah, well maybe they still think so.
-What makes you so sure, I’ll shut up about this.
-Vera, I’m innocent. Give me a break will you?
-It won’t do me any good having you fenced.
The cops are no friends of mine.

-Now, if there was a reward ...
But there isn’t.

-Don’t thank me yet, I’m not through with you
by a long shot.

-Let’s see that roll.
-Is that all Haskell had?
-- Isn’t it enough?
- No. I thought he had more.

-Not that I know of. You can search me if you think
I’m holding out on you.

-Well, maybe I will at that.
-He told me he was going to bet $3,000 ...
-... on a horse named "Paradisical" on Wednesday
at Santa Anita.

-- He was stringing you along. He meant $300.
- Maybe.

-Sure, three bucks, three hundred.
He was a piece of cheese a big blowhard.

-Listen mister, don’t try and tell me anything about
Charlie Haskell.

-Remember, I knew him better than you did.
-OK, then you knew he was a four-flusher.
That explains the three grand bet.

-I'm not so sure, he didn’t have that three grand.
-Why should I believe you?
You’ve got all the earmarks of a cheap crook.

-- Now wait a minute.
- Shut up.

-You're a cheap crook and you killed him.
-For two cents, I’d change my mind and turn you in.
I don’t like you.

-- Alright alright, don’t get sore.
- I’m not getting sore.

-But just remember who’s boss around here.
-If you shut up and don’t give me any arguments
you’ll have nothing to worry about.

-But if you act wise ...
-... I’ll make sure you pop into jail so fast,
it'll give you the bends.

-- I’m not arguing.
- We see that you don’t.

-You know, as crooked as you look ...
-... I hate to see a fella as young as you
wind up sniffing that perfume that ...

-... Arizona hands out free to murderers.
-- I'm not a murderer.
- Of course, you’re not ...

-Haskell knocked his own head off.
-He fell, that's all, just like I told you.
-Sure and then he made you a present of his belongings.
-- I explained why I did that.
- Oh, skip it.

-It doesn’t make a difference one way or another.
I'm not a mourner.

-I liked Haskell even less than I like you.
-- Yeah, I saw what you did to him.
- What do you mean?

-- The scratches on his wrist.
- Sure, I scratched him.

-I’ll say you did.
-So your idea was to drive the car a little way ...
-... maybe into San Bernardino and then leave it.
You weren’t going to sell it?

-Sell it? Do you think I'm crazy? Somebody else’s car.
-Yeah, all I want is to leave it somewhere
and forget I ever saw it.

-Not only don’t you have any scruples,
you don’t have any brains.

-I don’t get you.
-Maybe, it’s a good thing you met me.
You’d have got yourself caught, sure.

-Why you dope.
-Don’t you know that a deserted
automobile always rates an investigation?

-Look, the cops find a car. Then they get curious.
-They wonder where the owner is.
-So all right, they don’t trace Haskell.
They trace you.

-I never thought of that.
-The only safe way to get rid of the car
is to sell it to a dealer.

-Get it registered under a new name.
-Hey, stop at the next store. I want to get
a bottle and do some shopping ...

-... before we hit L.A.
-OK, if we find a place, I’ll drop you off
and pick you up later.

-Nothing doing. You’re coming in too.
-From now on, you and I are like the Siamese twins.
-Have it your way, but I don’t get the point.
-The point is: I don’t want you to get lost.
-- I’m not going to beat it, if that’s what you're afraid of.
- I’ll say you’re not.

-Why I’m going to see you sell this car,
so you don’t caught.

-Course your interest wouldn’t be financial, would it?
-You wouldn’t want a small percentage of the profits.
-Well, now that you insist, how can I refuse.
-- A hundred percent will do.
- Fine. I’m relieved.

-I thought for a moment, you were going to take it all.
-I don’t want to be a hog.
-A few hours later, we were in Hollywood.
-I was recognising places Sue had written about.
-It struck me that far from being at
the end of the trip ...

-... there was a greater distance between Sue and me
than when I started out.

-Vera wasn’t kidding with that “Siamese twins" crack.
-She rented a little apartment ...
-... as Mrs Charles Haskell.
-When I objected to this, she explained
it was on account of the car.

-The dealer might think something was funny,
if he called ...

-... and found we were using different names.
-- Home sweet home.
- Yeah.

-Not bad either.
-In case there is any doubt in your mind,
I’ll take the bedroom.

-Sure is stuffy in here.
-- Keep the windows shut.
- OK.

-The old crow downstairs said there’s a folding bed
behind this door.

-You know how to work it?
-I invented it.
-- Some joint.
- One can’t have everything.

-I’m first in the bathroom.
-I don’t know why, but I figured you would be.
-Boy oh boy! It sure feels good to be clean again.
-I must be 10 pounds lighter.
-You must be.
-Well that’s alright. This is exactly the way
you keep your school book induction.

-I wish that guy with the sax’ would give up.
-It gets on my nerves.
-Forget it.
-Have a drink.
-Aren’t you afraid I might take you up on it?
-I didn’t want to give you a drink,
I wouldn’t have offered it.

-I’m very sorry, Roberts.
You got yourself into this thing.

-You should be grateful, I’m not turning you in.
-Why if I wasn’t regular, you’d be in the pen this minute
being photographed ...

-... finger-printed and being pushed around by the cops.
-So cheer up. Get rid of that long puss.
-Or is your conscience bothering you?
-- It isn’t.
- Swell, that's good.

-He's dead and no mooning around will bring him back.
-Anyway, I never could understand this worrying about
something all been done with.

-Now look, Vera, for the last time,
I didn’t kill him.

-Haskell was sick man. Maybe he was dead
before he fell out of the car. I don’t know.

-Sure, sure. He died of old age.
-Alright ...
-... so it’ll make you sociable.
-You didn’t kill him.
-- We’re out of liquor, Roberts.
- Yeah.

-Too bad, I felt like getting tight tonight.
-- Well, I think you succeeded.
- Am I tight?

-As a prima donna’s corset.
-That’s good. I wanted to get tight.
-Why? What have got to get tight about.
-Oh, I don’t know, a few things.
-You should have my worries.
-If I had your troubles, I’d stay sober.
-And I’ve got the key to that door!
-- Maybe you're right.
- I’m always right.

-You know, I don’t like your attitude, Roberts.
-Well, there’s a lot of things I don’t like.
-Sure is.
-Life’s like a ball game, you got to take
a swing at whatever comes along ...

-... before you wake up and find it’s the ninth innings.
-- You read that somewhere.
- That's the problem with you, Roberts.

-All you do is bellyache
-I’m taking it easy, and trying to make
the best of things.

-Maybe that's what wrong with the whole world.
-It’s a profession.
-People knock themselves out trying to bust fate.
-Now take you, for instance.
You're lucky to be alive.

-Why, supposing Haskell had opened your door.
-You’d be playing a harp, now.
Think of that.

-You think of it. I’m tired of thinking.
-There’s plenty of people dying this minute ...
-... would give anything to trade places with you.
-I know what I'm talking about.
-I'm not so sure.
-At least, they know they’re done for.
-They don’t have to sweat blood wondering if they are.
-Your philosophy stinks, pal.
-We all know we’re going to kick off some day.
-It’s only a question of when.
-What got us on this subject anyway?
We’ll be discussing politics, next.

-Where’d you hide the butts?
-On the table, sucker.
-We are bored each other with conversation
for a couple of hours longer.

-Every five minutes, one of us was wishing
we had another bottle ...

-... or a radio, or something to read.
-Then finally, we ended ran out of chatter.
-I know it’s only eleven o’clock,
but I want to get up early ...

-... and make the rounds of the used car lots.
-Don’t worry about that
we got all the time in the world.

-Maybe you have, but if you think I want ...
-... to stay cooped up in this place any longer
than I have to, you're batty.

-It’s not a bad place.
-You pay plenty for digs like this in New York.
-I wouldn’t like it, if it was the Ritz.
-Rotten liquor.
-You got a mean cough. You want to do
something about it.

-I’ll be alright.
-That's what Camille said.
-- Who?
- Nobody you know.

-- Wasn’t that the dame that died of consumption
- Yes.

-Wouldn’t it be a break for you, if I did kick off.
-You’d be free with old Haskell’s stolen car.
-I don’t want to see anybody die.
-Not even me?
-Specially, not you. One person died on me.
-If you did. Well, that’s all I need.
-You don’t like me, do you Roberts?
-Like you? I love you.
-My favourite sport is being kept prisoner.
-After we sell the car, you can go to blazes
for all I care.

-But not until then.
-I'm going to bed.
-Goodnight, Roberts.
Don’t try and sneak away during the night.

-All doors are locked.
-Anyway, I find you gone in the morning ...
-... I’ll notify the police.
-- They’ll pick you up.
- Don’t worry, I know when I’m in a spot.

-Well, good night.
-I hope that that portable rack
isn't too uncomfortable for you.

-Don’t lose any sleep over it, will you Vera?
-Crest View 6-5-7-2-3
-Hello? Hello?
-Hello? Hello?
-No. Not yet, darling.
-Tomorrow ... maybe.
-If this were fiction, I would fall in love with Vera.
-Marry her and make a respectable woman of her.
-Or else, she would make some supreme, Class A
sacrifice for me ...

-... and die.
-Sue and I would bawl a little over her grave ...
-... and make some crack about there’s good
in all of us.

-But Vera, unfortunately, was just as rotten in the morning ...
-... as she’d been the night before.
-Alright alright, I'm coming.
-Look Vera, it's almost noon.
-So what? The dealers will be there all day.
-They’ll be there all year too,
but we don’t have to wait that long.

-Shut up. You’re making like a husband.
-- Well, do I rate a whistle?
- You sure do, but let’s go.

-Let’s go, let’s go. I spend $85 and two hours
preparing bait ...

-... and all you can say is, "Let’s go”.
-Come on.
-We passed a few used car lots last night down this way.
-What do you think we can get for this heap?
-I don’t know. Plenty. Just let me handle everything.
-Think you can get two thousand dollars?
-I don’t know. But don’t worry ...
-I’ll squeeze as much out of this guy, as I can.
-If I let it go cheap without a fight,
he might think we’ve stolen the car.

-And listen, don’t make any slips and call me Roberts.
That’ll cook us.

-I don’t need you to tell me that.
-You better just sit by and keep your mouth closed.
-Remember we’re both in the soup,
if anything happens ...

-- Forget it and drive.
- You’re my wife, Vera Haskell.

-Look, after the deal’s closed ...
-... let’s go back to that place
on Hollywood Boulevard ...

-... where I saw the fur jacket.
I want to buy it.

-After the deal’s closed, I’m saying goodbye to you.
-That’s right, I forgot.
I guess I'm getting kind of used to you.

-Well that’s a habit you can start breaking.
-Let's try this place in the middle of the block.
-Good afternoon, what can I do for you?
-- We’re interested in selling a car.
- If the price is right.

-Well, if it’s in good mechanical condition,
it should bluebook for about $1600.

-Tony, take a look at this motor.
-Sixteen hundred, are you kidding?
-Well, maybe $1850.
-Before I let it go for $1850, I’ll wreck it
and collect the insurance first.

-Lady, this motor’s seen a lot of driving.
-While the mechanic inspected the car we haggled.
-At last, when we were all worn out
we hit a compromise ...

-... his price.
-- OK, it’s a deal.
- Right, come in and we’ll sign the papers.

-I have the ownership papers right here with me.
-Look Vera, in the meantime, will you clean out
the ash compartment.

-- Maybe there’s some stuff in it.
- Alright, darling.

-1850 bucks, that dirty crook.
-- Hmm, New York, huh?
- Yup.

-- But you bought the car in Miami.
- Yes.

-Well, let’s see about the insurance, we can either
have it transferred or cancelled.

-Ah, what kind of insurance do you have, Mr. Haskell?
-Well ah ...
-... aren’t all the papers there?
-I don’t see any.
-Surely you know what type of insurance
you carry on the car.

-The name of the company?
-Yeah, but ...
-Well, if you’ll just tell me the name of the company ...
-- ... I'd be very glad to take care of all the details.
- Well ...

-- Did you sign the papers yet?
- Not yet.

-Well don’t. We’re not selling the car.
-- Well, wait a minute, Mrs Haskell.
- Come on darling.

-- What’s the matter? Change your mind?
- Yes, I’m sorry, I guess I have.

-- But, Vera ...
- Let’s go.

-You got me out of a tight spot Vera,
but I still don’t understand all this.

-You will in a minute.
I almost threw away a gold mine.

-$1850 isn’t to be sneezed at.
-The car doesn’t book for as much as I thought.
-- We’re not selling the car.
- You want to keep it?

-Now wait a minute, Vera, you said yourself
I wouldn’t be safe ...

-... until the car was in someone else’s name.
-I’d like to be free of this mess, when I go.
-That's just it, Robert, you’re not going.
-There’s a drive in at the corner.
Pull in there and we’ll get a bite to eat ...

-... and, I’ll explain.
-What is this - another one of your brilliant ideas?
-- Hello, may I take your order?
- Make mine, a ham sandwich and coffee.

-- And for you sir?
- Oh, I don’t care ... the same.

-Thank you.
-Get this, Vera.
I've been pretty patient, so far.

-- I’ve done everything you asked me to do, but no more.
- Shut up!

-We’ve taken Haskell’s money ...
-You can have the dough we get from
selling the car ...

-... but you’re not going to keep me a prisoner.
-It’s a good thing I bought the paper.
Take a look at that.

-- Vera, I’m in no mood ...
- Read that!

-- No.
- Yes.

-- No, I won’t do it.
- Yes, you will.

-You think I'm crazy? It's impossible I tell you.
-Excuse me.
-Blow the horn when you’re through.
-No one could possibly get away with an act like that.
They’d be wise to me in a minute

-Don’t be yellow.
You look enough like him.

-The same colouring and the same build.
See how his clothes fit?

-I’m not kidding. You almost had me fooled for a while.
-Oh, grow up, Vera.
Don’t you think a father knows his own son?

-And there must be other relatives.
-The father won’t have to know you.
We’ll wait till he gives up the ghost.

-He’s an old geezer and he won’t pull through.
-And as far as the relatives are concerned ...
-They haven’t seen you in fifteen or twenty years.
-- Eat.
- I’m not hungry ...

-And I won’t do it.
-It's not as tough as it sounds.
Remember, you’ve...

-... got all kinds of identification: his car,
letters, license ...

-I could never get away with it.
It's the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.

-The old boy has bags of dough.
Look in the paper there ...

-Personal fortune assessed over fifteen million.
-He’ll leave plenty, I tell you.
-Maybe he cut off his son. How do we know?
-It's out, Vera. I won’t have anything to do with it.
-I think you will.
-Look Vera, I'll do anything within reason.
-But not that. So forget it.
Find yourself another stooge.

-You’re sick.
-You’d be fixed for the rest of your life as Charlie Haskell.
-You can take your inheritance and go away.
-No more worrying about the rent, no sweating ...
-... scheming, wondering where your next meal’s
coming from. Think about that, Roberts.

-Vera, please. You’re talking too loud.
-Unless I’m splitting 50-50 with you? Sure. Why not?
-- We’re both alike, both born the same guy.
- Take it easy, Vera.

-People around here are going to hear you talk.
-We’ll wait until we read old man Haskell’s dead.
-Then you show up.
-Like you read in New York that he was sick.
-- Suppose he doesn’t die?
- He will, I know he will. Something tells me.

-But as much as I insisted, I would have no part
of her scheme.

-Vera was taking it for granted, I would.
-Neither of us had our minds on the cards
as we played that night.

-I knew we were just trying to kill time
between newspaper editions.

-This was a death watch, for Vera.
-Maybe it was for me too.
-Don’t you realise, if I’m caught, they’ll want to know
where I got the car and stuff.

-- And they’ll have me on a murder charge.
- If you’re smart, you won’t get caught.

-I’m out for seven.
-If I’m caught, don’t you realise you'll be out too?
-18 points. That gives me 30.
-How will I be out?
You’ll be out $1850, you would have gotten on the car.

-Really Vera, you’ll be an awful chump.
You threw away all that dough on a dizzy long shot.

-Let me sell the bus tomorrow. With the money
it’ll bring and...

-... what you’ve already got a clever kid like you
could run it up in no time.

-- And we’d both be in the clear.
- I’ll be in the clear anyway.

-Maybe. Maybe.
But if I got caught ...

-- I’d get good and sore too, you know.
- You mean you’d squeal?

-- Well no, not squeal exactly
- Never mind what you meant.

-Even if you did tell the cops, I was in on it
with you ...

-... what could they do to me?
-They might give me the same medicine they gave you.
-- Yeah.
- A rope.

-But I'm on my way now.
-All they’d be doing would be rushing it.
-Alright, but think of the $1850 you’d lose
-You’d kick yourself around the block,
if you let it get away from you.

-I’ll take the chance.
-- Want another drink?
- You being a goon.

-That’s the way people wind up behind the eight ball ...
-Once they get a few dollars, they become greedy
and want more.

-- More. More.
- Caesar.

-- Who?
- You know, that Roman general.

-He got his, for being greedy.
-He wasn’t satisfied, so the final wind up was
he took the count.

-A couple of days ago, you didn’t have a dime.
-Why you were so broke, you couldn’t pay
cash for a postage stamp.

-Now you’ve got almost $700, with $1850 in the offing.
-- Take my advice, don’t try for more!
- I’m tired of this game.

-- Let's have some black jack.
- Play solitaire!

-OK I will, if that’s the way you feel about it.
-That’s the way I feel about it.
-Getting sore and throwing things won’t help much, Roberts.
-I’m really doing you a favour.
I help you out of a jam by keeping my mouth shut.

-I show you how to make some soft money,
and what thanks do I get.

-- Thanks?!
- Sure, or would you rather I called the cops ...

-... and tell them you killed the man
and stole his money.

-- I didn’t kill anybody.
- Yes, you did.

-No, I didn’t. You know I didn’t.
-Alright, then.
-Suppose I call the cops ...
-If you're innocent, what have you got to be scared of?
-OK, call them, if you must.
Go ahead, call them. See if I care.

-At least they’ll give me a square deal.
-- You want me to call them?
- You heard me. But I’m warning you ...

-If I’m pinched, I’ll swear you were in on it.
I’ll say that you helped me.

-- If I fry, I’ll get even with you.
- You wouldn’t dare, you’re chicken!

-Yeah? Then try it and see.
Call them. Yeah.

-Okay I will.
-I want the number of the Hollywood police station.
-OK, I got it. Thanks.
-Wait a minute, Vera, you wouldn’t do that.
-Oh, wouldn’t I? Let me do it, and I’ll show you
if I would.

-Take it easy. Now let's talk this over.
-This was early in the evening.
-And the conversation while hectic was at least pitched low.
-But as the minutes passed ...
-... and more obstacles to her plan
popped into in my head ...

-... the air got blue.
-Each word coming from our lips cracked like a whip.
-I reminded her that as Charles Haskell,
I didn’t even know my mother’s name ...

-... where I’d gone to school,
the name of my best friend ...

-... whether I had an Aunt Emma or not,
my religion ...

-... and if I’d ever owned a dog.
-I didn’t even know what my middle initial stood for.
-I also pointed out that the real Haskell
had a scar on his forearm.

-His people never saw that scar.
-You told me he ran away right after putting out
the kid’s eye.

-Yeah, but his father knew he was cut.
-- There’d be some kind of a mark.
- So what?

-The old man’s dead or will be, I hope,
by tomorrow morning’s papers.

-Anyway, you could cut yourself a little, couldn’t you?
-Boy, for that kind of dough, I’d let you
cut my leg off.

-You're drunk and you’re crazy mad, Vera.
-Turn me in, if you want to,
but I won’t get mixed up in this.

-Besides, how do we know? Haskell was such a phony.
-Maybe he wasn’t the man’s son after all.
Maybe he just dreamed it up.

-Well, dreaming or not ...
-... you won’t be dreaming
when the law taps you on the shoulder.

-There’s a cute little gas chamber
waiting for you, Roberts.

-And I hear extradition to Arizona’s a cinch.
-Where's that phone?
-- Vera!
- Leave me alone.

-- Vera!
- I want a phone call, police.

-I hate you, you stinking ...
You leave me alone!

-I'll let you alone when you promise
to leave the phone where it is.

-You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing
-- You're hurting me,
- Will you promise?

-You hurt me.
-- I'm sorry, but ...
- It's hot in here, open up the window!

-- It’s not hot.
- Don’t tell me. Now do you do it or do I do it?

-- You're no gentleman, see?
- Yeah.

-Alright, I'll open up the window.
-Vera, open the door. Please open the door.
-Vera, open the door. Don’t use the phone.
Listen to me.

-I don’t like you, Roberts.
-You're no gentleman, see. You hurt my hand.
-And I’m going to get even with you.
-You don’t open the door, I’m going to kick it down, Vera.
-Vera, don’t call the cops. Listen to me.
I’ll do anything you say.

-Vera, let me in.
-I’ll break the phone!
-Vera ...
-The world is full of sceptics.
-I know - I'm one myself.
-In the Haskell business, how many of you would believe
he fell out of the car?

-And now, after killing Vera without
really meaning to do it.

-How many of you would believe it wasn’t premeditated.
-In a jury room, every last man of you would go down
shouting that ...

-... she had me over a barrel and my only out was force.
-The room was still.
-So quiet that for a while I wondered
if I had suddenly gone deaf.

-It was pure fear of course.
And I was hysterical.

-But without making a sound.
-Vera was dead
and I was her murderer.

What an awful word that is.

-But I had become one.
I’d better not get caught.

-What evidence there was around the place
had to be destroyed.

-And from the looks of things, there was plenty.
-Looking around the room, at the things we’d bought ...
-... was like looking into the faces of a hundred
people, who had seen us together and who remembered me.

-This was the kind of testimony, I couldn’t rub out.
-No. I could burn clothes and hide bottles ...
-... for the next five years.
There’d always be witnesses.

-The landlady for one. She could identify me.
-The car dealer, the waitress in the drive-in,
the girl in the dress shop and ...

-... the guy in the liquor store.
-They could all identify me.
-I was cooked. Done for. I had to get out of there.
-While once I had remained beside a dead body ...
-... planning carefully how to avoid being
accused of killing him ...

-... this time I couldn’t.
-This time I was guilty.
-I knew it.
-Felt it.
-I was like a guy suffering from shock.
-Things were whirling around in my head.
-I couldn’t make myself think right.
-All I could think of was the guy with the saxophone
and what he was playing.

-It wasn’t a love song.
-It was a dirge.
-But my problems weren’t solved.
-I had to stay away from New York for all time.
-Because Al Roberts was listed as dead,
and had to stay dead.

-And I could never to go back to Hollywood.
-Someone might recognize me as Haskell ...
-Then too, there was Sue ...
-I could never go to her with a thing like this
hanging over my head.

-All I could do was pray she’d be happy.
-I was in Bakersfield, before I read that Vera’s body
was discovered ...

-... and that the police were looking for Haskell
in connection with his wife’s murder.

-Isn’t that a laugh?
-Haskell got me into this mess, and
Haskell was getting me out of it.

-The police were searching for a dead man.
-I keep trying to forget what happened ...
-... and wonder what my life might have been, if that
car of Haskell’s hadn’t stopped.

-But one thing, I don’t have to wonder about.
-I know ...
-... someday a car will stop to pick me up
that I never thumbed.

-Yes. Fate ... or some mysterious force ...
-... can put the finger on you or me ...
-... for no good reason at all.
-Subtitles by DHM