Whirlpool

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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.

OK.

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.

(Woman) 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.

(Door opens and closes)

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.

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