Whirlpool

- A grey convertible, please. - Yes, madam.

Turn off your motor, please.

Come on.

- Close that door. What do you want? - I'm the store detective.

- I haven't time. - It won't take long.

- Open your bag. - I don't understand.

Open it, please!

I'm going home. I won't be talked to like this!

- If you want it this way. Harry! - Yes, mr hogan?

I just want you to witness this.

- See this pin? - Yes, mr hogan.

Do you have a sales slip for it? If you have, I'll take a look at it.

Come on, we're wasting time. You'll have a crowd in a minute.

Main floor.

She's probably just faking.

They usually do when they're caught, especially the fancy-looking ones.

All right, lady. You're awake now. Let's have your name.

No, I can't tell you my name.

We've got the goods on you, you can't wiggle your way out of this!

The salesgirl saw you.

The mermaid pin was $300, she wanted something more expensive.

I turned to the showcase and I saw her reflection as she...

The pin was removed from your purse.

You can give me your name and come clean or save it all for the police.

- The police? - You'd better talk now.

You mustn't speak, mrs Sutton. You're still dizzy and too weak to remember.

Wait a minute. Is he a lawyer?

Mr Simms knows who I am.

Yes, but I'm busy, mr korvo. If this woman is a friend...

She's no friend of mine. It's you I'm concerned about.

And your wife, who is a client and a dear friend.

She wouldn't like the trouble you're making for yourself.

You don't have to worry about me, I'm in no trouble.

Not yet. This could be the biggest publicity mess any store got into.

This woman you're badgering is mrs William Sutton,

wife of the distinguished psychoanalyst.

Treating her like a thief will bring discredit on you and your store.

- See if mrs Sutton has an account. - I'm sure she has.

Your job as manager is to protect your clients and store from scandal.

I don't need advice about my job.

Wait till you see your name splashed across the front pages

as the man who hounded a sick woman into a nervous breakdown.

- Oh, she's sick now? - You know she is. You've had experience.

A woman that wealthy isn't a thief.

- The pin was in her purse! - The thief didn't put it there.

You mean she's a kleptomaniac?

Dr and mrs Sutton have a had an account with us for five years.

I see. Yes, I see.

Mrs Sutton is wealthy enough to buy a dozen such pins.

- Now look, I don't want any trouble. - Exactly what I thought.

However, we'll have to make a record of this and keep it on file,

even if we don't report it.

Thank you, mr Simms. Why not add the cost of the pin to mrs Sutton's bill?

It will solve the immediate problem to everybody's advantage.

It's now legally yours, mrs Sutton.

You've bought it, paid for it and are free to wear it.

Without agitating the police.

Is there someone with my husband?

- Yes, there is. - I must see him now.

- Please tell him. - I have orders not to disturb him...

I know, I know.

- Of course, if you're ill or... - Take a note.

Just give it to him.

I'll wait upstairs.

I must tell him.

Right away.

Ann!

Ann, you all right?

- Hello, darling. - What's wrong, dear?

Nothing, darling.

Thanks. Nothing.

You look terribly handsome

before your chattering patients have worn you out.

Miss hall told me you were very disturbed. You insisted violently...

So silly, "violently"! I just stopped to ask her if you were busy.

I wondered if you wanted to go to the concert tonight.

You haven't heard any real music for such a long time. It might relax you.

Hall must be losing her grip on reality.

I guess she's so used to my poor patients

that everything sounds like hysteria to her.

I'd like to skip the concert if you don't mind. I want to write tonight.

- Of course not, darling. - Thanks.

I'm terribly sorry you had to leave a patient for no reason.

It's no harm done.

He won't miss me. It's that young veteran I told you about.

- The one who won't talk? - Mm-hm.

After two weeks, he still comes in every day.

He sits down, can't talk.

Why does he come to you if he won't let you help him?

He will eventually.

It's difficult to begin unloading fears and secrets and guilts.

Poor fellow. The war was an easier conflict than the one he's in now.

Oh, bill. Struggling with those sick people and their wretched complexes.

- How you must hate them. - I don't hate them, darling.

I try to help them. They're my job...

No, your job is using your brain and finishing your book.

You said so yourself: They interfere.

Stop worrying about me as a frustrated genius.

I'm not, I'm a busy doctor and a happy husband,

an enviable combination I wouldn't trade for a dozen books.

Oh, bill, you're wonderful.

You've always been so very wonderful to me.

- I just wish that... - Wish what?

That I could help you, if I were only brighter

and you could talk to me about your scientific problems.

Just stay as you are, as you've always been: Healthy and adorable.

Dr Sutton's residence.

- Who is it? - Who's calling? Just a minute.

Mr David korvo.

Tell him I haven't time to...

Never mind. You can clean up later.

Hello, mr korvo.

I'm sorry, but I can't.

I'm busy today.

Mr korvo, it's utterly impossible. I have a luncheon engagement.

But why should I see you?

I quite understand.

Of course if you insist...

Yes.

Yes, I'll be there. One o'clock.

Well...

Thank you, Vincent.

You were wise not to tell your husband.

A successful marriage is usually based on what a husband and wife don't know.

- Too frightened to eat, mrs Sutton? - I'm not hungry.

Waiting for the wretched blackmailer to remove his mask?

What do you want?

- You mean... how much? - Yes.

Well, I saved you from an ugly scandal,

one that could ruin your distinguished husband's career.

What an advertisement for a renowned psychoanalyst:

"Married unaware to a kleptomaniac".

And you would pay me to keep this whimsical fact out of the papers?

Yes.

- Now? - Yes, now.

I can see I was never cut out to be a villain.

I dislike inspiring so much terror in such a lovely woman.

Please don't talk to me.

Oh, yes, I forgot, you're buying my silence.

$5,000! Dear me, that's quite a sum, considering that it's tax-free.

I take it you don't intend to report this to uncle Sam or your husband.

Very few wives are in so fortunate a position

with a bank account of their own, obviously a large one.

That's all I'll pay. That's quite enough.

Isn't it?

You're rather disillusioning, mrs Sutton, for the wife of so brilliant a man.

First for assuming you would get rid of a blackmailer by giving him money,

secondly, and worse, by identifying me as a nasty crook.

Here is your cheque, mrs Sutton.

You've disturbed my vanity rather deeply.

I always fancied I had a fine, upright look,

and that an honest heart shone out of my not-too-splendid face.

I'm joking, mrs Sutton. Please, Vincent is an old friend.

I wouldn't want him to think I was on ogre

that makes beautiful women cry into their soup.

That's better. Thank you.

May I tell you why I insisted on meeting you?

I have something that I was sure will make you feel better about yesterday.

I persuaded the manager, mr Simms,

to give me the mrs William Sutton shoplifting report

from the store files. Here it is.

If you tear it up, there will no longer be a record

of yesterday's episode on file anywhere.

I... lfeel like such a fool.

How can I ever thank you?

Do you know Tina cosgrove?

Not very well. I've been to some of her parties.

She's giving one for me Tuesday afternoon.

For you? Then you must be a celebrity.

In Tina's eyes, anybody who attends three of her parties

automatically becomes a celebrity. I made the grade last month.

Tina, darling!

What a wonderful party! Everybody's here!

I adore people famous enough to know me.

How magnificent, Tina!

Wherever you are, you always attract the best society!

Don't be silly! I don't have to attract society, I manufacture it!

I want you to meet my guest of honour. David!

This is feruccio, slst baron of ravallo,

and his adorable fiancee, Taffy Lou.

I'm responsible for bringing them together.

- You're in the movies, mr korvo? - No.

Mr korvo reads souls, guides human destinies with the aid of the stars

and makes fortunes for other people at a nominal fee.

How wonderful! I have always admired fortune-tellers.

- I am not quite a fortune-teller. - He's a genius!

Before you go, you must attend one of his lectures on hypnotism.

Nor am I quite a hypnotist.

I use a number of sciences in my experiments with the human family.

For instance, you, baron, are obviously born in November.

Late November. Yes? Sagittarius.

How do you know that?

You are also a hyperthyroidic type, plus a thalamus over-functioning,

and from the droop of your eyelids and your overstressed speech,

with a manic depressive tendency.

Adding up these informations, we get a man of violent temper,

suffering from fits of melancholia,

who in the past year has been preoccupied with suicide.

But how can you know? I have spoken to nobody except my Taffy Lou.

How do stars tell you that?