Synopsis: Middle-aged bride Ann Hamilton soon begins to suspect that her charming husband is really a psychotic who plans to murder her.
116 min

Morning, Professor Hamilton. Telegram.

- Thanks, Luke.

- Thought I'd bring it to the house...

...and not wait till you get to the college.

- Good idea. Nice day.

- Nippy. More snow in the air.

- Yes.

- Morning, professor.

- Good morning, Luke.


- Fruit's on.

- Oh, Lucy.

Mr. Garroway's coming to see me

this afternoon.

- When he comes, please ask him to wait.

- He an eligible?

- Eligible what?

- You know what.

Is he between 25 and 40,

sound of wind and limb?

Oh, I should think Garroway's about 30.

- Well...?

- Well, what?

Can he support a wife?

After a fashion.

I should judge he has a rough

Ask a foolish question, get a fool...

Do you want your daughter

to be an old maid?

Nothing wrong with being an old maid.

"Nothing wrong with being an old maid."

Nothing right.

I'm afraid we'll have to leave that

up to Ann.

Now, don't go leaving it

up to her too long.

Men'll get tired asking her someday.

Even Professor Bangs'll get tired.

- If that ain't him now, I'll eat the doorbell.

- You're vicious this morning, Lucy.

- Fruit's...

- On.

Good morning, Lucy.

- Fruit's on.

- Good.

Rummy, get out of that lab.

Haven't I told you a thousand times

to keep out of there?

You come here, you old rapscallion.

You bunch of trouble.

Come here, Rummy.

- Hello, Lucy.

- Good morning.

Hello, Rummy.

- Hi, Ann.

- Rummy.

I thought I'd drop by

to walk your father to the college.

Stop lying, Joe.

You smelled Lucy's breakfast.

If you want the truth...

...I came to see if you looked as good

this morning as you did last night.

Oh, Joseph, not on an empty stomach.

Door's open, professor.

Cooling off the house.

Sorry. Didn't notice.

Always a little chilly

when I'm around Ann.

- Hello, Bangs.

- Morning, sir.

- Just gonna have breakfast. Join us?

- I don't mind if I do.

What are you gonna do some morning

when he says no?

- Faint.

- Well, a man in love...

...and being constantly frustrated has a

drain on his strength. Needs nourishment.

- Ann turn you down again?

- Resoundingly.

- Last night, 8:
00, Eastern Standard Time.

- Shut up, Joe. You do run on so.

- Sit there, Bangs.

- Thanks.

Can I reach Ann from here...

...in case I suddenly ask her again

and she says yes?

Don't fumble at me, Joe.

I wonder what Rummy wants in the lab.

Speaking of angels.

All right. Come on in,

you old spoiled thing.

Come on, Rummy. Come on.

Get up in your place. Get up there.

Get up there. Come on.

That's a good boy.

No, but, Dink, it's very mysterious.

Rummy used to hate the lab, and now...

Hey, Rummy.

What do you want in that lab?

You know, tetradite has a smell

in its earlier stages like fresh hamburger.

You mean, Rummy

might be eating tetradite?

But he might blow up.

He might blow us all up.

Go ahead, Rummy, I don't care.

Life has lost its savor.

In the meantime, I haven't got classes,

Ann. How about taking a walk?

No, you take a walk, Joe.

I gotta clean the lab.

Maybe you ought to give Bangs

a chance, Ann.

Hey, you. Lucy on my neck is enough.

Where I'm concerned, I guess

there just isn't any spark.

Well, Joe, if you must be banal,

that's right, no spark.

And where there's no spark,

there's no fire.

- No eggs, Lucy, dear.

- Eggs are ready.

Oh, not poached.

- Oh, please, not poached.

- Today, Friday.

Then they are poached.

Rummy, be ready and be quick.

I'm depending on you.

If you can eat tetradite,

you can eat poach...

Oh, poached eggs. That's different.

If you've got a guest,

you'll want a special dinner.

- He won't stay for dinner.

- What guest?

- A man.

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Edward Chodorov

Edward Chodorov (April 17, 1904 – October 9, 1988), was a Broadway playwright, and the writer or producer of over 50 motion pictures. more…

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