Dial M for Murder Page #4
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- 1954
- 105 min
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I wanted to play in a
covered-court tournament...
...and, as usual,
she didn't want me to go.
I was in the bedroom. The phone rang.
After that, she seemed rather keen
that I play in the tournament.
So I packed my kit into
the car and drove off.
I parked the car two streets away,
walked back in my tracks.
Ten minutes later, she came out
of this house and took a taxi.
I took another.
Her old school friend
lived in a studio in Chelsea.
I could see them through the studio window
as he cooked spaghetti over a gas range.
They didn't say much.
They just looked very natural together.
You know, it's funny how you
can tell when people are in love.
I went for a walk.
I began to wonder what would happen
if she left me.
I'd have to find some way
of earning a living, to begin with.
I'd acquired while I was at the top.
Now, big tennis
had finished with me...
...and so, apparently,
had my wife.
I can't ever remember
being so scared.
I dropped into a pub
and had a couple of drinks.
As I sat in the corner,
I thought of all sorts of things.
ways of killing him.
I even thought of killing her.
That seemed a far more sensible idea.
And just as I was working out
how I could do it...
...I suddenly saw something
which completely changed my mind.
I didn't go to that tournament
after all.
When I got back, she was sitting
exactly where you are now.
I'd told her I decided to give up tennis
and look after her instead.
-Well?.
-Well, as things turned out...
...I needn't have got
Apparently, their spaghetti evening
had been a sort of a fond farewell.
The boyfriend had been
called back to New York.
-An American?.
-Yes.
There were long letters from there.
They usually arrived on Thursdays.
She burned them all except one.
That one she used to transfer
from handbag to handbag.
It was always with her.
That letter became
an obsession with me.
I had to find out what was in it.
Finally, I did.
That letter made very interesting reading.
-Do you mean you stole it?.
-Yes.
I even wrote her two anonymous notes
offering to sell it back.
-Why?.
-I was hoping it would make her...
...come and tell me all about him.
But it didn't,
so I kept the letter.
Why are you telling me all this?.
Because you're the only
person I can trust.
Anyway, that did it.
It must have put the fear of God
into them because the letters stopped.
And we lived happily ever after.
You know, it's funny to think
that just a year ago...
...I sat in that nice bridge pub
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