Angel on the Amazon (1948) - full transcript

American Jim Warburton crashes his plane in the Amazon jungle and promptly falls in love with Christine Ridgegway , a mysterious huntress who rescues him and his passengers. Christine determinedly evades Jim's courtship and advances, making Dr. Karen Lawrence suspect she has a tragic reason for fleeing to Rio to escape Jim. Karen and Jim follow her to Rio de Janeiro and, while dining in a restaurant, see a man named Sebastian Ortega greet Christine. She screams, faints and falls into a long illness. Later, Ortega tells Jim that he knew Mrs. Ridgeway, whom he assumes was Christine's mother, when she was honeymooning in the jungle---a couple of decades ago---with her adventurer-husband, Anthony Ridgeway. Although terrified of animals, Mrs. Ridgeway had saved her husband's life when a panther attacked him in the same jungle where Christine was hunting when Jim's airplane crashed. She plunged into hysteria, following the incident, and returned to the United States. Jim thinks this a good story but fails to comprehend why a bad experience in the Brazilian jungle should make Christine fear falling in love. Christine goes to California and Jim follows her. There, he meets Anthony and is told an incredible tale; The Christine that Jim has fallen in love with is not the young girl Jim thinks she is. Christine is the honeymoon bride who saved Anthony's more than twenty years ago. Now, nearly fifty-years-old, she has been in a state of shock since the panther-attack---a state that has made her ageless. Her changeless beauty had became a curse when her grown daughter's fiancée made violent love to her against her will. The daughter, blaming her mother's eternal youth, killed herself. Anthony's critical evaluations of her cursed beauty led to her leaving him and returning to the jungle, where Jim met her. There's still one major twist left before this one ends.

This one you killed today,

she looks nice with the others.

But I still haven't seen
the black panther

- you promised, Paulo.
- We found one, señorita.

As soon as we make this
automobile chug, chug again.

Oh, I better see what luck
they're having

with the carburetor.

Calling Manaus airport.
Calling Manaus airport.

Come in please.

This is Manaus airport.

Greetings, señorita. We were
just going to contact you.

- How is the hunting?
- Excellent.

What about our carburetor?

You are in luck. We have it.

And a private plane has offered
to drop it off by parachute.

It should be over your location
in four or five hours.

When you hear the engine,
signal with your lights.

I was willing to pay
for a chartered plane, I...

I don't like to impose
on anyone.

There is no other plane
available, señorita.

And the very famous
American flyer,

Colonel Warburton,

is leaving now
for Rio de Janeiro.

You're all set. Go wind 'em up.

Get aboard, kids.

I represent the
Brazilian news service, Colonel.

Any special purpose
to this trip?

And, uh, will it take you around
the world again?

No, not this time.

And if it must have a purpose,
why, uh,

you might call it
a hunting expedition.

These gentlemen
are hunting oil wells,

and Dean Hartley
is going to hunt butterflies

in the Andes, and I am--

And he's gonna hunt butterflies
too on Copacabana Beach.

Preferably a blonde one.

And the señorita?
Does she hunt too?

Oh, I'm sorry,
this is Doctor Lawrence.

- What are you hunting, Doc?
- A vacation.

And add 50 bucks you bet me
I wouldn't come.

Aren't you a little afraid?

One lone woman
and four handsome gentlemen.

Oh, she's no woman,
she's a doctor.

All aboard.

- That's gin.
- Oh! This isn't my day.

- That's 85 cents I owe you.
- Eight-five cents? A while back

- it was four bucks something.
- No, wait a minute,

that was in the USA.
We're playing for pesos now.

Doc, you're an international

Dean, where are we?

Dean, where are we?

Huh? Oh. Jerry, where are we?

Two hours from Belém.
That's our next stop.

After that it's just a tiny hop
to Rio.

Oh, you pilots
and your tiny hops.

I suppose that means five hours?

Uh-uh. Ten.

But it'll be worth every minute
of it, Doc,

because when we get there

I'm gonna devote
the entire evening

just to wining and dining you.

Uh-uh, not until I've had
a week'’s sleep, you won't.

- Like old times, huh, Skipper?
- Yeah.

But without those
beautiful blossoms

of bursting flack
to keep our feet warm.

Hey, where'd that come from?

Look up ahead,
there's plenty more.

It's closing in around us.

You kids better get back
and fasten yourselves down.

It's liable
to be a little bumpy.

Wait, somebody's calling us.

It's Manaus.

NC 695 in Manaus.
Come in, Manaus.

I'm glad I was able
to contact you.

We have just received
a weather report.

Barometer falling fast.

Bad electrical storm ahead
of you.

He says there's a bad storm
ahead of us

and that never mind about
the carburetor.

Listen, señor, that storm
isn't ahead of us,

it's all over us.

Ask him how we're gonna
get out of it.

You'll have to listen closely

and turn off
your present course.

It would be impossible for you
to continue.

I should hope to tell you
I'll listen closely, señor.

Come in.

Turn 90.

Hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute. Was that 90?

Can you make it louder?

Ninety-seven degrees?

Hey, señor! Señor!
What happened to you?

Come in, Manaus.
Come in, Manaus.

That's it. That last bolt
must've blown

every tube in the set.

All we can do is try to keep her
on course.

He said it was impossible,
I heard that much.

- Should I drop a flare?
- Better save 'em.

Can't be anything down there
but jungle.

I want to try it upstairs.

No use.

They're probably having
the same storm on the moon.

Hey, look!

Everybody okay?

Dean's beetle bottle fell
on his head,

and Frank thinks it's something
he ate, but they'll recover.

We're pretty lucky to get
through that one

with nothing than a dead radio.

You and your big mouth.

Maybe we can make it
on one engine.

On one good engine.

You better drop that flare.

Fasten your seat belt, Doc.

I'll have to set her down, I may
not be able to find a soft spot.

What is it, Paulo?

Boys say they hear a plane,

It's still a long way off,

but you better turn on
the spot light.

In jungle, they don't see it
until they straight up.

- Turn it on anyway.
- Si, señorita.

Well... I'll do the best I can.

Don't make your prayers
too long,

you may not have a chance
to finish 'em.


the plane is in trouble, is it?

- They're trying to land.
- Si, señorita.

Is there any place they can
get down safely around here?

Oh, no. I know jungle.
Very thick.

Bad country, bad people,
bad Indians.

Better die and fall down.

don't get 'em alive.

Nothing we can do.

- Oh! Ouch!
- No bones broken.

- I told you it was okay.
- Oh, then why'd you jump, sir?

- Because you're pinching me.
- The rest of you boys all right?

- Jerry? Dean? Frank?
- Yeah, we're all right.

It's a good thing
you reminded me back there

that I'm a doctor, not a woman.

- I'd love to have hysterics.
- Good time for it, Doc.

Well, there's nothing we can do
except wait for some daylight.

I have a feeling we're not gonna
like what we see.

Even then.

Jerry thinks we're a few
hundred miles

due west of Belém.

What do you think, Professor?

What? Oh, yes,
he's absolutely right, uh,

- near the Amazon.
- What makes you think so?

Flora, vegetation, uh,
insects common to the region.

But then again, I don't know.

What's the matter?

I just found a potato bug.

We might be in Idaho.

I'd say our number one problem
is food.

Number two, being found.

I think you can dispose
of problem number two.

We've been found.


- They're Indians, aren't they?
- Unquestionably.

Likely of being friendly, huh?

We're in headhunter country,
you know?

Oh, you mean if we just give 'em
our heads, they'll go away?

Yes, the most interesting people
in the world.

Fascinating, really.

And what they do
with human skulls,

first the subject is decapitated

and then with the use
of extreme heat,

the bone structure of the skull
is removed,

allowing the nostrils
to be sewn up.

And the needle is brought back,
and back to the upper lip here.

And from left to right,
it is sewn up completely.

And then by reversing the head,

- burning hot sand is--
- Hold it. Here comes Doc.

- Anybody want coffee?
- Might as well. Thank you.

Hey, do you boys hear drums?

Or is my blood pressure up
that much?

They're drums, Doc.

Dean thinks we should
stick pretty close to the plane

until we find out whether their
owners'’ intentions are friendly

- or unfriendly.
- Are you kidding?

I'm not only gonna stay close,
I'm gonna get inside.

I think we all should.

Break out whatever artillery
we've got.

Frank's got a shotgun,
and I've got my service pistol.

- Oh, I got a knife.
- Hmm.

I wish I'd studied
to be a witch doctor.

They've been drumming
for five hours.

You make a beautiful target
in that doorway, Jim.

I want the first shot.

I've only got a few shells
for this thing

and I might convince them
to take us with caution.

I think our company has arrived.

I can hear 'em,
but I can't see 'em.

They'll probably be all over us
before we can get a shot.

I saw a bush move.

Maybe this birdshot will flush
the babies out.


Well, hello yourself.

Oh, uh, pardon the shotgun, I--
I was expecting somebody else.

I'm glad to find you
alive, Mr. Warburton.

How did you know my name?

I'm afraid I'm partly
responsible for your being here.

Carburetor was for one
of my cars. Sorry.

It wasn't your fault that
I crashed.

Oh, uh, this is Doctor Lawrence.
This is, uh--

No time for introductions.
We have to get moving.

Those drums aren't for...

What kind of a doctor?

Well, just a doctor.
Nothing special about me.

Paulo, have some of the men

get those things
out of the plane and hurry up.

Si, señorita.

Those drums
are pretty frightening.

But they sound much worse
when they stop.

If you know what I mean.

No. What?

They're drumming up
their courage.

So as long as they drum,
they don't attack.

What do you think of her, Doc?

Well, I think she
doesn't like doctors.

- Or maybe just women doctors.
- Yeah.

Her reaction was funny.

You know what?

I also think she's
the most intriguing woman

- you've ever met.
- You can say that again.

Why should I? You heard me.

- What do you think, Paulo?
- I think no slow down.

Head-hunters use poison
in arrows.

We can't waste a minute.

Let's go.

Get inside!

From the look
on those natives' faces,

- that was a close one.
- Very close.

Now the next obvious question
is, where are we going?

Just stay on this trail.

There's a small settlement
not far from here.

- We'll camp there tonight.
- Good.

Perhaps there'll be time
for introductions there.

Well, after all,
you can't blame me

for wanting to know who you are.

What a young and beautiful girl
is doing alone in the jungle

with a pack of natives.

Please Mr. Warburton,
I-- I don't answer questions.

I don't like
to be asked questions.

Oh, I'm sorry, I-- I didn't mean
to be nosy, but...

Well, how can I thank you
if I don't know who you are.

I'm the one who must say thanks.
For the carburetor.

You all set for the night, Doc?


Her mysterious majesty has
asked me to share her pavilion.

Don't think I'd like that.

Something about the lady
makes me nervous.

Like a keg of gunpowder packed
in ice cubes.

I don't think the invitation
includes you anyhow.

- Where's the skipper?
- On the prowl.

Something's making him
nervous too.

I wonder what.

- You start, señor.
- Hmm?

- Make the thing chug, chug.
- Oh, sure.

You got a screwdriver?

Mixer's too thin, that's all.

- That oughta be better.
- Oh, that's fine.


Well, thanks.

Um, your boss, Paulo,
she is a very interesting woman.

Señorita Ridgeway?
She's a fine lady.

Ridgeway. Well,
tell me what is, uh,

Miss Ridgeway doing here
in the jungle?

- Right now?
- No, no, no. I don't mean now.

I mean, why is she here?

Nobody knows.
Maybe she like hunt.

Very fine shot.

Well, uh, does she live here
like this all the time?

She come in maybe once
in some years.

Maybe once two years.
Stay for a while.

- Sometimes long time.
- Alone like this?

Isn't she afraid?

Señorita, she's not afraidfor nothing.

Where is she from?

I don't know. She knows.
You ask her.

You know something,

I just figured out why
you upset me so much.

Oh, I upset you?

From the minute I first saw you.

And was more than just the sight

of a young girl in the jungle.

- It was?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm convinced we met someplace.

I thought perhaps you might
tell me where.

- No, we've never met.
- Oh, but we must have.

I-- I'm only trying
to recall where.

Of course I can't blame you for
not being able to remember me,

but neither can you blame me for
not being able to forget you.

Let me see.

I have it.

- Ridgeway.
- I don't know you.

We've never met. Never.
How could you know my name?

I'm sorry, that-- that was
a pretty crude trick.

I got your name from Paulo.

I thought maybe you'd, um, bend
a little to an old acquaintance.

- Oh, I see.
- Am I forgiven?

If it'll make you feel better.

Then can we start from there
as new acquaintances?

All right, as acquaintances
if you like, Mr. Warburton.

- Jim Warburton.
- I'm Christine Ridgeway.

Now, would you mind telling me
what a girl like you

is doing in the jungle alone?

I... I choose to be alone.

I feel at home here.

Out there I... I feel perhaps,
conspicuous is the word.

And I don't like it.

But how can you avoid
being conspicuous?

Why, that's like telling people

not to pay any attention
to the moon

- when it's at its brightest.
- Please don't talk like that.

No, we must talk
about something.

I'd prefer to talk about you,
but you choose the subject.

Love, life, letters,
rose culture,

presidential elections,
anything you say

- as long as you don't leave.
- Very well.

We'll talk about you.

Tell me, who you are,
what you've done,

and what you hope to do,
besides, uh, thanking me.

You know, well,

I, uh, I'm trying to remember
what I was before I met you.

Let's see, well, there was
a war, remember?

And after, I was restless
and lonely.

But this is all very dull,
I know all about me.

Surely there must be something
more interesting to talk about

with one so lovely and so young

- and so--
- Good night, Mr. Warburton.

Forgive me, I'm very tired.

Chilly, isn't it?

- Eavesdropping?
- Couldn't help it.

I was just about to look around
when the corn started to pop.


Yeah, well, I guess the approach
was a little rusty.

Musty. You must realize
she's not standard equipment.

All right, so I started wrong.
What do I do now?

What do you wanna do?
Starting now.

Well, I just wanna crack
that shell of hers, that's all.

Research, huh?

I think she's afraid
of something, Jim.

Something that's probably
none of your business.

Well, the guide said she's
afraid of nothing.

Oh, nothing physical, but...

there's something on her mind
besides her pretty hairdo.

Mm. You're usually right.

Am I?

Then I'll tell you
something else I think.

I think I've traveled
3,000 miles,

been cracked up in a jungle,
been heckled by head-hunters,

all to see the new look
in the eyes

of the woman wary Warburton.

Night, Jim. My foot hurts.

Good morning.

You found something good
about it?

Oh, Doc. Sleep well?

Like a log. Mahogany,
if you want details.

Good morning, Miss--

- Buenos días, señor.
- Oh.

He was packing equipment.

- Well, where's Miss--
- She left hours ago.

In the station wagon.

- Where'd she go?
- Who knows?

- When's she coming back?
- Don't look at your watch.

Look at a calendar.

Maybe next year.
Maybe next week.

Oh. She wrote you a letter.

Oh, thanks for the prompt

No mention it.

Well, that's that.

- Let's go.
- Where to?

Where the lady says, Obidos.
And by boat to Belém,

and from there we'll fly
to our destination.

Mr. Warburton, please.

- Letter for you, sir.
- Thank you.

- Nothing for me?
- No, señorita.

- It's from Jerry.
- Read it.

Well, they left Dean at La Paz
a week ago and Jerry and Frank,

they're stopping in Lima
and heading north

towards Venezuela, and they all
send their love to you.

Oh, every time you get a letter,
I get homesick.

Wanna go home? I think
I can fix up a ride for you.

Well, I don't want to,
but I have to soon.

- What about you?
- Well, I think

I'll stick around for a while.

Might even go
back up the Amazon.

Oh, brother, are you stuck.

- Stuck?
- Now, look,

you don't think I think
you're going back up there

just to play tag with those
head-hunters, do you?

Well, of course if I should
happen to bump into her.

Yeah, her carburetor may need,
uh, tuning up again.


How about dinner tonight?

A very handsome young doctor
is supposed to take me sailing.

- See the harbor by moonlight.
- Hmm.

- Jealous?
- No! Worried. You can't swim.

- How are you gonna get home?
- I could learn.

And who said I wanted to?

So you wanna go to the races?

Well, I'm supposed to visit
a hospital this afternoon,

but if you twist my arm...

- Well, maybe--
- Oh that's enough, I'll go.


Better put a little bet on that
chestnut colt.

- Which chestnut colt?
- Number two. Bingo.

Oh, I don't like the way
he breathes.

I bet he has
a throat obstruction.

Won't last long.

Now I know,
you're a horse doctor

and a bad one.
That's a good colt.

What can I lose?
Put 50 on number two.

- Fifty?
- Yes.

Give the man the 50 you
bet me I wouldn't fly down here

with you.

And, uh...

- put this on for me.
- Si, señor. Number two.

Come on you little
chestnut colt. Come on, Bingo.

Stay up there.

I think he's gonna make it, Doc.

I shouldn't do this, but...

- there she is, Jim.
- There he is.

- It's a colt. Watch him go.
- Uh-uh.

Your jungle Juliet.

You're rooting
for the wrong horse.

His name is Bingo, not Jungle.

Stretch out, Bingo.

Come on, Bingo. Come on.

Come on, Bingo. Come on.

Come on.

Maybe you don't know it,
but we just won a hat

full of Brazilian lettuce.
Even though you were rooting

- for the wrong horse.
- I wasn't rooting, chump.

I heard you.
You were rooting for jungle Ju--

That's it. Little more
to the right.

I'll excuse you. But don't you
think it would be better

to just walk over there
instead of jumping at her

- like an excited kangaroo.
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, thanks, Doc.
Uh, I'll be right back.

Too bad. I could've given you
the winner.

It's not important.

How long have you been up there?

- Just a few moments.
- You might have said something.

Yeah, the last time
I said something,

it drove you straight into
the jungle, and out of my life.

Aren't you a little dramatic?

I was born that way.
Now, I've had a relapse.

- When did you get into Rio?
- Yesterday.

- May I? Thank you.
- Of course.

Now, don't jump and run
at the next question.

Would you mind telling me
where you're staying?

At the same hotel you are.
I saw you at breakfast.

Oh, you certainly avoided me.
I didn't see you.

It never occurred to me
you might want to.

I... I wasn't avoiding you.

- I forgot all about--
- Excuse me, señorita.

Colonel Warburton, I have
a message for you from the lady.

She said she had to leave
to take a swimming lesson.

Or maybe to buy a bathing suit
to swim back from a yacht.

Does that make sense, señor?

that makes sense. Thank you.

Just a moment, Christine.

Is there anything wrong, señor?

No, no, but I find it necessary
to change my plans.

I won't be registering.

Shall we dance before dinner?

Um, no, not just now.
But tell me, your, uh, friend...

aren't you neglecting her
this evening?

You started to say girlfriend.

- Yes, I did.
- She isn't.

Oh, uh... relative?

No, not even that.
She's the family doctor.

Now, will you dance?

All right.

- Did you say Miss Ridgeway?
- Yes.

Do you know her?

Yes. Yes, we've met.
And, uh, would you have my bags

put back in the car, please?
I'm leaving for the airport.

Yes, sir.

Miss Ridgeway, a letter.

Excuse me.

Anything wrong?

Did you see the gentleman
who wrote this note?

- Oh, why yes, señorita.
- Where is he? Where did he go?

He started to register, then
said he had changed his mind.

But, where is he?

Uh, he went to the airport,
I believe.

Christine. Is there anything
I can do?

No, no, nothing.

It's just something personal.

Then shall we go in and have
that dinner?

- No I wonder-- Do you mind if I?
- You're leaving again?

No, but, would you take
me out of here?

Why, of course. Where?

I don't know, anywhere.

- Mood music?
- If you like.

Turn it off, please.

Oh, sorry.

- What is it, Christine? Why?
- Don't try to analyze me.

I'm only trying
to understand you and...

- what it is you're afraid of.
- Afraid?

I'm not afraid of anything.

You're not afraid
of any physical danger,

that was obvious out there
in the jungle, but...

an ordinary everyday question,
a note on a piece of paper,

a waltz on the radio,
and you become panicky.

Why? What is it?

There is something
you couldn't understand.

And don't try.

No, Jim, don't.

I've been in love with you since
the first moment I saw you.

You mustn't say that.
And if you want to see me again,

there mustn't be any more talk
about it.

I don't want to hurt you, but...

anything between us is...

All right, Christine,
I won't speak to you again.

Till we have breakfast together
tomorrow morning.

No, we won't have
breakfast together.


Dinner? You're going to get
awfully hungry. You have to eat.

And wherever you do,

you're gonna look up from
your table and there I'll be.

And no matter where you go,
I'll follow you.

I believe you would.
Yes, I'm quite sure you would.

- No, no.
- Christine, I love you.

Can't you understand?

I know you're sincere

and feel you've every right
to speak as you have.

It's my fault
for not making you know

in the beginning
that it's hopeless.

If I were any other woman
in the world,

I'd be in love with you
this moment.

But, I can't ever love you
or anyone.

And I couldn't stand the pain
of telling you why.

But this
you've got to understand.

There's been a tragedy
in my life,

a sorrow, nothing,
no one can ever heal.

I don't know
that I want it healed.

Well, if you let me share this
trouble whatever it is, I...

I could understand,
I could help.

No, you can't. No one can.

But you can't spend the rest
of your life alone.

Running from place to place,

watching life and never being
a part of it.

- You're so young and--
- Stop! Stop it!

Don't ever use that word again.

- What word?
- I hate it.

Scare you?
Jim! Jim! Jim.


But you-- you are so young.

And adorable, they tell me.

Only I'm not Christine.



- Hey, how'd I get here?
- That lady delivered you

like a Christmas package,
last night.

Hey, hey.

Take it easy.

That was a nasty bump.

It would've split
any normal skull.

I've gotta get out of here.

Don't you realize
how she travels?

- She may be in China by now.
- Oh, relax, she's still around.

You sure?

She's been in to visit
you twice.

And I must say you did very
little to entertain her or me.

Did you talk to her, Doc?
What did you find out?

Nothing from her.

Plenty about her.

Look, Jim, there are some people
who have been so deeply hit

that one doesn't ask 'em

Or try and kiss 'em when they
don't wanna be kissed.

Even in the shadow of Sugarloaf.

- She told you that?
- You think she's a cat?

You were very talkative
until I gave you a sedative.

Okay, Doc, I'm not gonna ask her
any more questions

and I'm not gonna try
and kiss her again.

But I'm not gonna let her
get away from me.

I want her on any terms, Doc.

But she won't have me, won't
have anything to do with me.

I'm not so sure she won't have
anything to do with you.

- She say so?
- No, but...

obviously she's concerned
or she wouldn't be so upset

about giving you that bump.
Now, get back into bed.

Oh, no, there's work to be done.

Okay, okay, I'll drink it.

That wasn't meant for you.
I'm the one with the headache.

Ugh! I'm sorry. But I want you
to understand this, Doc,

I'm going to marry her.
What do you say to that?

Good hunting, Jim.

No you don't seem--

Mm. Don't seem very happy
about it.

You don't think it's fair to her
that I won't settle down.

That's what you're thinking,
isn't it?

Wanna bet?

Well, I will.
If she wants it that way,

I'll settle down,
live in the jungle,

I'll live any--

I'll get it.


Yes, this is Dr. Karen Lawrence.

Oh, yes.

Come on up.

Guess who?

No, no, tell her to wait.
I have to shave.

I-- I'm not even dressed.
I can't see her like this.

Don't trouble seeing me
to the door.

And don't say
it would be a pleasure.

- Come in.
- Good morning, Jim.

Good morning.

- Had your breakfast?
- Uh, yes I did.

Cocktail, maybe?
I'll order some.

No, I wouldn't care for it.

- Cigarette?
- Uh, no, thank you.

No? Oh. Why don't you sit down.

I'm glad you're feeling
all right.

Oh, I feel fine. I...

I only hope I didn't, uh,
damage your windshield.

No, it's harder than your head.

It was my fault,
the whole thing.

I should've had those
tires checked.

Oh, no, it's not your fault.

You know, I-- I owe you
an apology, Christine,

for last night.
Taking you by surprise

and upsetting you with a lot
of questions and everything.

Don't apologize.
Don't apologize ever.

- What are you thinking about?
- Hmm?

- Thinking about?
- Mm-hmm.

You're thinking about something.
You're not here.

You're looking at me,
but you're not even seeing me.

I'm sorry, that-- that's true.
I-- I was thinking.

About running away again,
I suppose.

Well, regardless
of what happened,

I have no intention
of letting you get away from me.

None at all.

I still think it's completely
irrational of you

- to have dragged me along.
- Who wants to be rational?

Look, someone may have told you
about the birds and the bees,

but they obviously forgot
to stress the emotional

peculiarities of the little girl
birds and bees.

Two is company,
three is as dull as December...

- to the third.
- It was my idea.

- Oh.
- She thinks I'll start proposing

for a moment, if we're alone.

Hasn't she accepted yet?

Oh, a girl likes to keep a man
on the anxious seat.

You know how you'd be.

What's the matter, Christine?

Nothing, it's-- it's like
a feeling you get in the jungle

when-- when you're
being watched.

- Is she okay?
- She will be.

Hysteria, fright...

- I better go.
- Where to?

I've gotta find that man
before he gets away.

- Maybe he knows the answer.
- Jim...

are you sure you wanna know
the answer

before the question is clear?

I love her, Doc, and I wanna
find out what she's afraid of.

For I can help her.

All right. Go ahead.

- I'll join you as soon as I can.
- Good.

I've been looking for you.

I intended to look for you.
The young lady--

Miss Ridgeway
is going to be all right.

Oh, then
it is the Ridgeway girl.

- You know her?
- But, of course.

I am Don Sebastian Ortega.

How do you do?
I'm Jim Warburton.

- Won't you join me for a drink?
- Thank you, I will.


Another glass.

Do I know her?

I'm an old friend
of her father's

and of her mother's too.

Although I haven't seen them
in years,

since their little girl
was born.

Amazing! She's her mother

And when I saw her this way,
all grown up...

- Jim.
- Oh.

This is Don Sebastian Ortega.
Doctor Lawrence.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- Is she all right?
- Yes, she's sleeping quietly.

Tell me, have you any idea why
seeing you should cause

such a reaction?

No, I have not.

- And, uh, are you and she?
- I expect to marry her.

Marry her?

But this is remarkable,
that I should be here.

I, who was along on her mother
and father's honeymoon.

You knew her parents that well?

That well?

I must tell you how well,
young man,

so you know what
a wonderful woman

this girl's mother is.

Or perhaps you know her?

She has told you
of our terrible experience.

- No. But I'd like to hear it.
- Of course. Of course.

Like yesterday,
it's all so clear.

For them it was both, honeymoon
and business trip.

Ridgeway had been sent
out by a lumbar interest

and his bride insisted
on accompanying him.

I was with him because...
Well, if I do say so myself,

no one knew the Amazon
better than I.

We outfitted in Belém,

then headed straight
for the interior.

Ridgeway's young bride

had never been in any jungle wilder
than a city park.

But she was with the man
she loved,

and if she did not like
a honeymoon

in the strange wilderness,
she gave no sign.

One of the Indians
had given her a little monkey.

It was love at first sight between them.

But then, it was love
at first sight

for everyone who met this woman.

Here, Peanuts.

Oh, I suppose I'm gonna
have to put a pot

on my head to hold
my bride's affection now, eh?

See, Peanuts, he's jealous.
Maybe you'd better humor him

- and leave us alone, hmm?
- Oh, oh.

That's a hint for both of us.
Mr. Peanuts, come on.

Let's go put you to bed and see
that the horses are all right.

Let's go.

What was it?


It's just a big pussycat.
Nothing to be frightened of.

It won't attack anyone
unless it's cornered or wounded.

It's all right, darling.
It's all right.

- Oh, I thought you said--
- Oh, he wasn't after me.

Peanuts looked like an easy meal

- and I stepped into the picture.
- Oh!

We decided to remain
in that camp for a few days.

As it was near the stand up
rubber trees

which, uh, Ridgeway wanted
to inspect.

And there occurred that

which was the most
exciting thing in my life.

And nearly the most terrifying.

The jungle was quiet
in the midday heat,

as all its inhabitants rested.

The panther incident had left us
all jumpy, but the pet monkey

had run into the jungle
and had not returned.

I suggested a siesta for them.

I said I would keep watch.

But, before I knew it...

I fell asleep myself.

Suddenly, I was alert.

To this day, I don't know why.

I thought it was merely to take
another look at the Ridgeways

that my eyes went back
in that direction.

But it must have been
a presentiment of disaster.

It was the wounded panther.

You could see
the splash of dried blood

on its side.

Stop it, darling. Stop it.

Stop it. It's all right,
he's dead.

Everything's all right.

It's all right.

I went through a war, señor,
without being very frightened.

But you just scared the pants
off me.

As a doctor, Señor Ortega,

you have yet to tell me the most
interesting part of the story.

What more is there to say?

What more should you like
to know?

Well, the, uh...

the effect that this experience
had on her physically, and...

spiritually and mentally.

That's the most remarkable thing
about that great woman.

She recovered presently,

insisted on dressing
her husband's wounds.

Then, lay down and fell asleep
like a baby.

Ridgeway wanted to take her
out of the jungle, home.

Uh-uh. She insisted
the expedition go on.

And never again on the trip did
I see a trace of fear in her.

That was...

more than 20 years ago.

Uh, I suppose you've
seen them since.

No. You see, Honduras has been
my home,

still exploring.
But, one loses touch.

I know they were living
in Pasadena, California.

Señor Ridgeway... had retired.

If you'll excuse me,

I better go and see
if Miss Ridgeway's all right.

Will you, Doc?
I'd appreciate it.

Señor... you are
a fortunate man.

Very fortunate.



May I have the florist please?

Oh. This is Mr. Warburton.
That's right.

I want to order a bouquet.

The best bouquet of your whole
vine covered career.

That's right.

Oh, no, no. Right away.
This morning.

Come in.

Well, I-- I don't know.
I should think some orchids.

White ones.

Good. Lots of 'em.

Just a moment. Thank you.

And, uh, some of those little,
uh, what do you call 'em, uh,

Cymbidium, that's right.
Maybe some tulips and, uh--

Look, I'm going to leave
the whole thing to you

but I want you
to understand this,

that it definitely
has to be a yes bouquet.

Uh-huh. Thank you.

Uh, Miss Ridgeway, please.

Well, try it again.
She's there all right.

But she's got to be there. Keep
on ringing till she answers.

Come in.

Hi, Doc! What a day, huh?

Well, of course I want you
to keep on ringing.

I'll wait all day if necessary.

- Hang up, Jim.
- Huh?

- Hang up.
- I'm calling Christine.

- Yes, I know. Hang up.
- Why?

'Cause she won't answer.

She's gone. Didn't you get
her note?

- But why? Why did she go?
- 'Cause I advised it.

- I sent her away.
- You?

- Yes, Jim.
- Why?

Because it was the only thing
to do.

Will you stop talking riddles.
Why did you do this to me?

I didn't do it to you,
I did it for you. And for her.

Look, why don't you try
and trust me?

I was with her all night
last night,

and I learnt things
that I can't even tell you yet.

One thing for sure,
you were both headed

for incredible tragedy.

- Is this Mr. Ridgeway's home?
- Uh, yes.

Only, he's not in.

Four o'clock, Mr. Ridgeway's
at the cemetery.

Memorial Cemetery.
He goes every afternoon.

- Oh. Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Sorry, Mr. Ridgeway.
Hi. I didn't mean to intrude.

Oh, it's quite all right.
I've been expecting you.

But you don't know me.

Aren't you the man who's in love
with Christine?


I left word with my housekeeper
that you would find me here

if you arrived in the afternoon
after four o'clock.

Uh, Ortega wrote me that I could
expect you, Mr. Warburton.

What can I do for you?

Well, I've got to talk to you,
Mr. Ridgeway.

About your daughter, Christine.
What's troubling her, sir?

My daughter...

- Christine?
- Yes, sir.

What is it?

- Or perhaps you don't know.
- No, I do.

Ortega told you of the time that
Mrs. Ridgeway saved my life?

Yes. But why should Christine
have been so affected

by seeing him?

Why, I hope you don't mind
my discussing it with you.

If you're in love with her,

you were right
to some peace of mind.

A right to know certain things
about her.

About us. Even though, uh,

I'm afraid that knowing
won't help much.

Ortega told you
of our experience in the jungle.

I'd better tell you of a tragedy
that resulted from it.

A terrible shock.

After we left South America...

my wife and I lived
on the Riviera for a time.

It was there that our daughter
was born.

She was beautiful.

And she grew to look
surprisingly like her mother.

When she was 20, the, uh...

the incident occurred.

There was a party
for the young people

at our home here in Pasadena.

They were enjoying themselves
with an infectious gaiety

that seems to go
out of us after 25.

Gee, where is everybody,
Mr. Ridgeway?

Where is everybody, George?
I seem to see a lot of people.

- Oh, you mean my daughter, eh?
- Well...


I saw her dancing with Johnny
a few minutes ago.

- Yes, there she is.
- Mm?

Isn't that Mrs. Ridgeway?

If, uh, you want to get rid
of your future mother-in-law,

Johnny, there are less painful
ways than staying police.


You know I don't wanna get rid
of you.

Don't you think it's about time
you danced with your fiancée?

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

Why worry about her?

You're the only person
I wanna dance with.

Remind me to investigate
a conjugal.

This is the mother,
not the child.

- Or are you just being gallant?
- No, just stating a fact.

- I think I've danced enough.
- I'm sorry, I'll behave.

- Mrs. Ridgeway?
- Yes.

I just want to talk to you.

Something on my chest
I have to get it off.

- About my daughter?
- No, about you.

Why won't you give me a break?
I'm in love with you.

Johnny, we aren't going to have
any more of this nonsense.

- I'm sorry. I apologize.
- Well, go back with the others.

Do I have to?

The others seem to be having
a wonderful time.

I thought you liked to dance.

I'm sure they're having
a wonderful time.

But I could be too
if only you...

- I love you.
- Johnny, you're insane.

- Let go of me.
- Yes, yes. I'm crazy all right.

Because you're driving me crazy.

How can I marry your daughter
when I'm in love with you?

I hang around this house
night and day,

just to be near you.
What does it get me?

I thought you loved my daughter.

I do in a way,

but only because she's
a reflection of you.

She's second choice and has been
ever since I saw you

and you know it.
What's more, now she knows.

- How could she know?
- Because I told her.

Told her everything that
I've been telling you.

But I'm in love with you
and always will be.

There's nothing either one
of you can do about it.

- You told my daughter that?
- Yes, I did.

Tony! Tony, have you seen her?

Who? The bride to be?
No, not for a time.

Would you care to dance,
Mrs. Ridgeway?

No, George. Tony, something
terrible's happened.

Help me find her.

Darling! Darling, wait, wait!

Judy! Judy! Judy!

My baby!

When we recovered her body
from the canyon...

- Judy was dead.
- Your daughter, Judy?

Wasn't it your wife?

I wanted to tell you as gently
as possible, Mr. Warburton.

But you must understand...

my daughter is dead.
You're in love with my wife.

- It's a nightmare.
- Yes.

It's been a nightmare...

this failure of my wife to age.

- But why hasn't she?
- I can't tell you exactly.

All I know is the day
she killed that panther

to save my life,
something snapped in her mind.


she ceased to grow old.

- But she seems so very young.
- Yes, she was young.

When Judy left us, she still
seemed like a girl

in her early 20's.

Judy delighted going places
with her.

People mistook them for sisters.

But, with Judith's death...

Christine's supposed blessing
became a curse.

I'm beginning to understand
what it must've been like.

Oh, I wouldn't have you think
that love left us,

or quarrels, um, but her beauty
lay over our house

as a curse that had destroyed
our daughter

and was now separating us.

She sought not the fountain
of youth,

but the serenity of age.
And it was denied to her.

I couldn't help her.
No one could.

The day came when she could
no longer endure a house

because it reminded her of Judy.

No longer endure me

because she knew how much
I loved Judy.

She refused to be seen in public
all by her friends.

She was sure
they were pointing at her,

accusing her of killing
her daughter, but of course.

Then, one day, she left me.

Well, at first she wandered
about Europe.

For some reason, she always
seemed drawn back to the jungle.

In South America.

That's where I first saw you.
In Rio.

I went to see if perhaps
she was ready to return.

But when I saw the happiness
in her face...

I knew you were good for her.

I came home.

Why, I think you're very kind
to tell me all this.

Oh... you had a right to know.

Now I find it rather difficult
to say what I had in mind.

I doubt very much if two men
ever faced each other

- under stranger circumstances.
- Well...

I guess I always knew
it had to happen one day.

I, uh...

Why don't you go and see her?

- You know where she is?
- In Santa Barbara.

Dr. Jungmeyer's Sanitarium.

You wouldn't mind
if I went to her?

Mr. Warburton, there's another
thing you must understand.

Since the first moment
I met Christine,

her happiness has been all
that mattered.

- Goodbye, sir.
- Goodbye.

Doctor Jungmeyer?
I'm Jim Warburton.

Yes. Oh, yes, I know.

Uh, Christine, uh,
Mrs. Ridgeway,

she's mentioned me?

Mr. Ridgeway told me
to expect you.

- She has spoken of you also.
- Well, may I see her?

I, uh... I cannot give you
that permission.

I'm only the consulting
neurologist on the case.

Her own doctor is here.

Doctor? Mr. Warburton is here.


Hello, Jim.

You brought her here?

- Yes.
- He wants to see her.

She doesn't want
to see you, Jim.

But she didn't say anything
about you not seeing her.

She's asleep just now.

Thank you, Doc.
I won't awaken her.

In that room across the hall.

It's, uh, it's difficult
to put into words

so the layman can understand,

Well, you've heard of cases

where a person'’s hair
turns white overnight.

They can age years in just
an instant

- from some horrible experience.
- Yes, of course.

Then think of some kind
of dreadful experience

that should have produced fear,

but instead, found its climax
in a complete absence of it.

- The black panther.
- Yes, in her case.

The knowledge that took you
away to fear

meant a horrible death
for her husband,

destroyed her fear.

She froze her mind.
But with it she froze her body.

Then, the shock of seeing
this man, Ortega, released her.

It was as though
she had been unconscious

from the time she killed
the animal.

Well... of course,

this is only
the simple explanation for it.

And now she's
a normal woman again.

With a normal woman's emotions
and fears.

And you know what she fears
the most?

That she may have lost the love
of her husband.

Don't tell her that
I've been here.

Or that I said it,
but tell her to go home.

She needn't be afraid.
Her husband loves her.

Very much.

It's no use, Jim. She won't go.

All she wants to do now
is visit her daughter's grave.

And then...

maybe go away again.

Her daughter's grave?

Let her. Let her, Karen.

After all these years,

Christine is with her daughter again.

Her pale and lovely face still
suggests a touch of guilt.

And the tragic events
of her life

seem to be reflected
in her eyes.

She always felt that
her life, too,

ended on the same day.

It wasn't so.

At this very moment,
a new life is just beginning for her.

It was Karen and I who arranged
that she visit Judy's grave

at four o'clock.

For a reason.

For a very good reason.

And there was something
about this man

I hadn't seen before.

The-- the light in his face.

The look of a schoolboy
coming unexpectedly

upon his sweetheart in a park.

Rather a young bridegroom seeing his bride

coming toward him.

I'll never forget the sight
of them as they met.

As if the whole world
and all its works

had been devised
for the accomplishment

of this moment.

Their embrace endured only for an instant.

And then he took her arm,
let her enjoy the pathway,

both of them walking erectly, proud.

An elderly man
and a middle-aged woman.

Moving together as if they
had been separated by a day,

instead of almost a lifetime.

Thanks to SbR for the subtitle, subrip HookyB