Last Woman on Earth (1960)

[bunniefuu]

(dramatic music)

(animals shrieking)

(crowd yelling)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Ev, you want to

bet on the last one?

- No, thank you.

- Oh, come on, it'll make it

a little more interesting.

- Isn't it interesting enough?

- Well, I thought you

wanted to see Puerto Rico.

Well, this is part--

- It's the part you

wanted to see, Harold.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Harold?

Harold?

- Martin, you're early.

- You're late.

And you're in trouble, remember?

- Oh, I haven't seen today's.

Thank you.

Boy, they really

make me sound bad.

Indicted.

You know, that word

really gets me.

Sounds like it really

means something.

- Maybe it does.

Harold, really, you ought to

worry a little bit about this.

- I never worry, Martin.

I hire brilliant young lawyers

like you to do that for me.

Oh, you want to make a bet?

This is the last fight.

- No, thanks.

- Well, I do.

There goes my bookie now.

(crowd yelling)

- Cigarette?

- I'm Ev Gern.

- Harold's wife?

- Occasionally.

Thank you.

I fail to see the

point of two animals

clawing each other to

death around a ring.

- I'm with you.

- Hey, these bookies are

a bunch of cheap crooks.

- What happened, did

you meet your match?

- Ha-ha, I said cheap.

Oh, have you two met?

- We introduced ourselves.

- I got married between trials.

Martin and his firm

defended me the last year

when the same thing happened.

It's the government's

idea of an annuity.

Every year, they sue me.

It's called the Harold

Gern vacation fund.

- I bet that one.

- You bet that one?

- That one.

- You'll win.

(animals shrieking)

- Oh.

- Ev, what is it?

- I spilled my drink.

I'll have to change.

- OK, hon, OK.

You wait here,

I'll be right back.

I got to collect my bet.

- And we'll find

a place to talk?

- Then we'll find

a place to talk.

- Eight, rolling.

Nine, a winner.

Pay the line.

(upbeat music)

Coming out again.

Same players, hoorah.

- Harold, this isn't my

idea of a place to talk.

- You're too

conservative, my boy.

- Seven, winner.

Winner at seven, pay the line.

- Couldn't be better,

couldn't be better.

Let it all ride.

Couldn't be better.

- Look, Harold, I don't

know what's gotten into you,

but I did not come down here

to watch you watch c*ck fights

and play craps.

Now, your partner thinks--

- My partner thinks,

Morty thinks,

it's I who makes the money

so that Morty can think

and have me pestered

on my vacation.

- Seven, the loser.

Take a line.

Loser is seven.

- All right, all

right, all right.

Come on.

I got some briefs

up in the room.

Look 'em over and

then we'll talk.

- Fine.

Now, really, you've got to

pay more attention to the law.

- Martin, I'll give you

odds if you follow every law

in the book, you'll be

broke or dead in a week.

You look paler than

you did last year.

You worry too much, Martin.

- With clients like

you, how can I help it?

- How's your golf?

- You know how it is,

Harold, I'm getting older.

- You are aging.

Ev'll give you the briefs.

- Well, where are you going?

- I got to win my money back.

(doorbell ringing)

(bright music)

- Come in.

- Hi.

I see you changed your dress.

- Mm hm.

Join me, won't you?

- I'd like to, but I have

to pick up Harold's briefs.

- Martin, how do

you like your work?

In fact, how do

you like your life?

- I like it, Mrs. Gern.

- Which, your work or your life?

- Both.

- Is there a difference?

- I think so.

- Harold doesn't.

- Mrs. Gern, I, uh,

could you tell me where

Harold has those briefs?

- I think I have a

c*ptive audience.

Did anybody ever tell

you look like a Martin?

- That's nice to know.

- More and more you

look like a Martin.

(horn honking)

- It's a long way

down from there.

- You're not much of

a gambler, are you?

- I think you could make

anyone look conservative

if you wanted to, Mrs. Gern.

- I think I'm gonna get morbid.

Point of fact, I think

I have a death wish.

- And point of fact,

you'll get your wish

unless you come down from there.

- We are not amused.

- Watch the wine.

- If I'd done that, I

wouldn't be here now.

- Don't you think

you've gone far enough?

- Nonsense.

There isn't enough.

I've so little to say

and nobody who'll listen.

Harold, God bless him, has

a pretty selective ear.

Please understand, this isn't

my usual manner of meeting.

- I understand.

Really.

Thank you, Mrs. Gern.

- Evelyn.

- Evelyn.

- I see you've

changed your dress.

- Yes.

- Did you see Martin?

- Yes.

- What would you like, hon?

- To go away.

- Where are we?

We're on vacation,

don't you remember?

- It's no different here

than it was in the states.

Even here, lawyers

chase after you,

your business drags behind you.

- Martin say something?

- No.

- Did I do something wrong?

- No.

- Then what's the matter?

- Nothing, I just spilled

vodka and tomato juice

over myself today.

(Harold chuckling)

Order me another.

- Bloody Mary.

Ev, when you go on like this,

I don't know what to say.

I'm lost.

- Harold, you're never lost.

You always know

exactly where you are.

But where am I?

Do you know you

never bother to look?

- Look, I'm sorry if I don't

always do the right thing,

but it's not

because I don't try.

- I know.

(glass slamming)

- Ev, look,

I made arrangements

to meet some people

that I ran into

down here, business.

- Tonight?

- Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Ev, we'll

take off to sea,

just the two of us

and we'll fish and.

- How are you feeling

this morning, sunshine?

- All right.

- Ah, don't be an old grouch.

What could be better than

mixing a little pleasure

with business, eh?

- Ev, don't you

be an old grouch.

- I'll tell you what,

we'll take a little morning

cruise, a little morning dip,

a little breakfast,

and business,

more or less in that order.

Did you look over those briefs?

- Harold, of course I

looked over those briefs.

- Well?

Am I innocent or am I guilty?

- Of course you're

not guilty, Harold.

That's not the point.

I mean, you may have stretched

the law a little bit,

but you're not guilty.

Besides, even if you were, you

know you'd never go to jail,

as long as you keep your money.

- Martin, you don't understand.

I like making money.

- Harold, how about a swim?

- Good.

Martin?

- No thanks, Harold.

- Oh, come on, I insist.

Wash some of the

meanness out of you.

Besides, I've got

some diving equipment

you ought to try out.

Manuel, we'll stop here.

Come on, Martin, let's go.

We'll change.

(soft music)

(suspenseful music)

(claw snapping)

- Martin, I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to.

There was a manta

ray behind you.

- You hurt bad?

- Not too.

- Harold.

Harold.

- Oh, looks like I'll

have to carry both of you.

- Martin, I--

- Something's wrong.

Put your mask back on.

- Maybe we come up

too fast or something.

- Leave it on till we

get back to the ship.

(dramatic music)

Manuel, give us a hand.

Where is he?

Come on.

Come on, Ev.

(Ev screaming)

Ev, what is it?

(ominous music)

What in the world?

- Looks like he

couldn't breathe.

- Martin.

Martin.

- There's something in the air.

If you breathe it.

How long are these

tanks good for?

- An hour.

- Do you have any spares?

Get 'em, I'll try the radio.

- Leave the tank on.

DF calling San Juan Harbor.

San Juan Harbor.

- Harold, there's nothing.

- We've got to go back to

town as soon as we can.

I'll get it started,

you take care of Evelyn.

(engine sputtering)

Can't get it to fire.

- Are they wet?

(engine sputtering)

- I don't think

I'll get it started.

Let's take the spare

tanks and row ashore.

We're not too far from town.

Then we'll figure

out what to do there.

(waves crashing)

(bright music)

- Why do they keep on playing

the same record on that thing?

Why don't they at least

advertise or something?

- How much time we got

left on these tanks?

- 20 minutes.

- We'll never make it to town

by then, not by the beach.

Let's cut straight through

the jungle and try it.

At least we'll

satisfy our curiosity.

- Harold, please

shut that thing off.

- I can't, Ev.

If anything comes through,

we've got to hear it.

- Harold, we've got to

take these things off now.

- Martin, if we do--

- It doesn't matter.

They're empty.

Ev.

Come on, hon.

Well,

bad sign.

(tense music)

Harold.

- Harold, what are you doing?

Harold.

Harold.

- What is it?

Martin, answer me.

Martin, answer me.

Martin, will you stop sniffling

the flowers and answer me?

- There's air, Harold.

- Well, of course, there's air.

- No, not of course.

The match wouldn't

light, now it would.

Something took the oxygen out

of the air and now it's back.

- But why, Martin?

Why now?

- Green leaves.

Green leaves.

This stuff gives off oxygen.

(Harold laughing)

(all laughing)

(soft music)

- What's wrong?

- I'm a little dizzy, I guess

there's still not much air.

- Martin, what about the town?

I guess we better

take a walk over there

and see how bad

things really are.

- It seems quiet.

- Let's take it slow.

If we're not careful,

we could pass out again.

OK, let's go.

(foreboding music)

(door clattering)

- Let's take this one

and go back to the hotel.

Come on, Ev.

- No, I won't move.

I won't move, not if

I have to see anymore.

- Ev, Ev.

- I won't move.

- Ev, come on.

- I won't, Harold.

(bright music)

- Operator?

Operator?

Operator?

There's nothing.

- We've got to do

something, Martin.

- I've got to have a drink.

- Nobody'll be drinking

in here for a long time.

Scotch?

- Please.

(ice clattering)

- Martin, what happened?

- Bigger and better

b*mb, act of God,

what difference does it make?

The result's the same.

Harold, take it easy.

- What for?

- I don't know.

I really don't know.

- Martin, we've got

to do something.

Maybe we can go

back to New York.

- And see seven million bodies

stinking up the streets?

No thanks.

- It isn't everywhere.

- Harold, there was

nothing on the radio

and nothing on the phone.

Now, we should have heard

something from somewhere.

And you can bet that

whatever happened,

we didn't get the worst of it.

- Shall we stay here?

- You've got somewhere to go?

- Now, listen, Martin,

I don't like the idea

of being in a world of dead

bodies anymore than you do.

- We can't stay here.

In a couple of days, the

stench alone would choke us.

- Hey, Morty,

he's got a house on

the tip of the island.

- Let's get going, I

don't like it here.

(soft music)

(engine humming)

(dramatic music)

- Martin, bring a

hammer and chisel.

- Your wish is my command.

- Must we break in?

- Give me.

(hammer banging)

- Probably best if we

just sleep tonight,

talk about it tomorrow.

Martin, there's a bedroom

off the study you can use.

- Oh, Mrs. Gern?

- Thank you.

- Goodnight.

(tense music)

- Testing, testing,

testing, testing,

testing, testing.

- Martin.

- Yes?

- Martin, meet me in the

study as soon as you can.

Martin, can you hear me?

- Yes.

- What hit you?

- The end of the

world, Mr. Gern.

- Now, listen, Martin,

I think we ought to

get together and agree

that we should keep that

kind of talk to a minimum.

- That isn't just talk.

- Look, Martin, the reason

why I called you up here

is because I think

we ought to decide

just exactly what

we're gonna do.

- Harold, there's probably

enough canned food here

to last years.

And if we should run out,

we can always hold our noses

and drive back to town for more.

- You're not making

it any easier.

- Could it be much easier?

The lush island of Puerto Rico,

a lush villa, and a whole life

to be nothing but a lush in.

- Morning.

May I come in?

(soft music)

The lighter works.

Isn't that marvelous?

Anybody here know how

to roll their own?

- Evelyn, don't you think

ought to finish dressing?

- Why?

Expecting company?

- Martin is here.

- So he is.

How are all your family

and friends, Mr. Joyce?

Delighted you dropped by.

How would you like me to

dress for the occasion?

Evening dress?

House dress?

He's gonna be here one hell

of a long time, Harold.

- All right.

We're in a rotten situation,

an unprecedented one,

but I'm not gonna fall apart

and neither is anyone else

as long as I can help it.

Look, you don't

build all at once.

I didn't make my

money in one day.

- You lost it in 20 minutes.

- Now, we're gonna

work out a plan

and we're gonna take

it step by step.

If you take things as they come,

if you do them step by step,

we're gonna be all right.

Evelyn, how about breakfast?

- I'll change first.

- Evelyn,

Martin, come here.

- What?

- We have company.

- Another house guest?

Where can we possibly put him?

- The problem is where

did he come from?

He should be dead.

- He could have

hatched from an egg.

They can probably live

longer on less oxygen

than we can anyway.

- It doesn't look good.

There's gonna be a lot

of decay on the island.

These things are gonna thrive,

ants, mosquitoes,

tropical disease.

Sooner or later, we

may have to leave.

- Won't it be the

same wherever we go?

- There's always the Arctic.

- We may do just that, go north.

- Don't you think it's a

little impulsive to go north

because we may have

an insect problem?

- Now, look, Martin

I don't mean tomorrow

and I don't mean the North

Pole, what I might mean,

well, say, northern Canada.

Now, to do this, we're gonna

have learn how to navigate.

And to be self-sufficient,

we're gonna have to

learn how to fish.

Right?

- Right.

- Not only would we

get rid of the insects,

but things like disease

and food preservation

be a lot less a problem.

Most of all, we

might find people.

After all, the three

of us got by here.

More people died there, more

people might have lived.

Right?

- Right.

- You know I'm right.

(dramatic music)

(light music)

(birds chirping)

- Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who is the fairest of us all?

- Fish.

- Maybe we'll have

salmon up north,

like the kind on beer ads.

Who knows?

- We're not leaving just yet.

- Why?

- Weather's bad.

I don't want to take

any unnecessary chances.

- Harold, it rains

down here quite a bit.

- I know.

But this is the worst of it.

Besides, you don't and I don't

know enough about sailing

to get by in a storm.

- And without stars, we're dead.

- What kind of stars?

The ones in the sky or the

ones in your astrology chart?

- Martin.

- Ev,

I want to talk to Martin.

- So talk.

- Alone.

- Business?

Or is this something just

between you two fellas?

- We'll talk about this later.

Now, look, Martin, I realize

we have problems here.

- Three of them.

- Yeah, and we never did they

get that fourth for bridge.

- And we won't staying here.

Look, Harold, the sooner we

leave, the better for all of us.

- All right, Martin.

It's a tough situation,

but we're not leaving this

island until we're ready.

Now, until then,

we've got to force

ourselves into a pattern,

keep working until we go north.

Martin, the need

to work is inborn.

It's the only thing that

will save our sanity.

- Harold, I'm not sure I

feel any inborn need to work.

Now, maybe there's

something wrong with me.

- I don't think so.

And there's one other

thing I'd like to bring up,

this business about Evelyn.

- What business?

- This one woman,

two men situation.

I really don't know what to say.

I guess we'll just

have to live with it.

- You mean I'll have

to live with it.

- I don't see any

other alternative.

- Where are you going?

- To Evelyn.

- And so, to bed.

- We are married, you know.

- So it's legal, huh?

Harold, look your

marriage certificate

means about as much

here as your money.

- That certificate

is only paper.

My marriage isn't.

(somber music)

(door closing)

- Harold, please don't.

That won't solve anything.

- What's there to solve?

- You really don't see, do you?

Harold, in the last world,

you didn't give me a chance

to find out where I belonged.

You're not doing it

in this world either.

- I'll tell you

where you belong.

You're my wife, Evelyn.

- Harold, please.

- You're my wife.

(waves crashing)

(dramatic music)

- What's up?

- Where have you been?

- Evelyn's been

worried about you.

- I had a date.

A blind date, actually.

- Damn it, Martin, can't

you ever be serious?

- I'm being perfectly

serious, Harold.

In fact, I'm even being honest.

- All right, Martin,

where's your date?

- Just about 100

yards up the beach.

- Why did you do that,

send him up there?

- Oh, so I could see what he'd

look like when he came back.

So I could be alone with you.

So we might get a little

more sand in his shoes.

Take your choice.

- I don't like any

of those reasons.

- Can't help you, Ev.

- You dislike him more

and more every day.

He means well.

- I know, I know.

- Well, why?

- Oh, I guess because

he's either vain enough

or stupid enough to think

that it really matters

what happens to us.

- I think maybe there's a

little more basic reason

than that.

He has me, and you

don't have anybody.

- What do you have, Ev?

Well, I'm sorry about that.

But I never had anybody before.

- Yes, but before, there

was always a possibility.

- Well, there's

still a possibility.

But the truth of the matter

is that I want someone

just about as much as

that girl down the beach

wants someone, and

that's not very much.

Unless.

- Unless what?

- Oh, unless Harold here

would get annoyed enough

to try and k*ll me.

- What does that mean?

- That means I might know

I'm not really dead yet.

(waves crashing)

- I'm going fishing,

I'll be back.

- What's new?

- Not much.

Why aren't you fishing?

- I don't know.

When you see one fish,

you've see 'em all.

- Where are you going?

- Beach.

Care to come along?

- Why not?

How does the rest of it go?

- Beware the Jabberwock, my son.

The jaws that bite,

the claws that catch.

- [Both] Beware the Jubjub bird

and shun the frumious

Bandersnatch.

- (laughing) It's fun.

I wish Harold could.

Where will you be

years from this second?

- Running over ice blocks,

chasing little Gerns,

living in a guest

igloo, I don't know.

- Will you be alive

10 years from now?

- I don't know.

How could I?

- I don't want to believe that.

- Well, you didn't

want to believe

the world would end either.

You don't want to now.

- Well, it's what I feel.

I felt it end.

And I'm married to

somebody who doesn't insist

upon my thinking about it.

- Or thinking, period.

- It's marvelous.

You think.

You are the thinking-est man.

- Is that supposed

to make me feel bad?

- And you ask questions.

Questions, questions, questions.

I think I'm gonna erase you.

I'm gonna take my big

toe and wipe you out.

Dare me.

Double dare me.

Seems I remember

doing this before,

only then, I didn't

have so far to fall.

(tense music)

Where are you now, Martin?

There.

There.

(Martin grunting)

If you hold 'em

down, it'll help.

(soft music)

Come out of the sun.

- You make a nice martini.

- Naturally.

I was taught all of the dos

and don'ts of gracious living.

- Tell me about your day.

- Oh, lunch at 21,

shopping at Saks.

The most awful

sales lady at Saks,

she made me want to

complain about everybody

who had ever sold me anything.

- Those sales ladies at Saks

will do it to you every time.

(waves crashing)

Where would you like to dine?

- Before the theater?

- Of course not.

I meant afterwards.

- Oh.

Well, you remember that funny

little French restaurant

over on 8th Avenue,

you know the one.

- I do.

I can't think of its

name offhand, but I do.

- It really is there.

- Then we'll go there.

- It really is there.

Can't you tell me

the name of it?

- Ev.

- Can't you tell me

the name of it?

- Ev, don't.

(Ev crying)

(ominous music)

- Start sorting, then we'll

take another crack at it.

- I no longer see the

reason for catching fish

we'll never be able to eat.

- All right, Martin.

What do you want to do?

- To look at many

things, not just fish.

- You afraid if you

look at a fish too long,

you'll begin to look like one?

- Maybe, Harold, maybe that's

exactly what I'm afraid of.

- Boy, oh boy,

it's certainly a good thing

the world ended when it did.

You never would have

made it, boy, never.

- Made what, Harold?

A millionaire?

Money?

Money and fish, fish and money.

Harold, if rotten money

smelled like rotten fish,

they'd have given you

a bank to yourself.

Yes, sir, Mr. Gern, the way

you made your money, stank.

The way you catch fish stinks.

And furthermore,

Harold, you stink.

(dramatic music)

- Ha-ha.

(water splashing)

This is no game no more, boy.

- It's always a game, Harold.

- How was Evelyn?

Nice?

- Not bad.

- But why not find

out for yourself?

(suspenseful music)

(punch landing)

That got to you, didn't it?

Didn't it?

Come on, let's

see you laugh now.

- You're always mocking

all the time, mock now.

- You don't understand

the meaning of decency.

You laughed at it.

Go on, laugh.

You think living is stupid?

Well, why don't you

try dying a little?

- You're leaving.

- You think that's funny?

- You'll be out of

here in two hours.

- Where to?

- Take your choice.

- You mean you'd exile one

third of the human race?

- I'd do better

than that and I can.

But you know why you

couldn't, Martin?

Because you don't have it

in you to find a reason.

- Not yet.

- So he's leaving,

and not just because

of what he did to you.

- Did to me?

Harold, Martin didn't r*pe me.

- That's enough.

I don't want to hear about it.

It's not just because of that.

We had a balance

here, we had a system.

And he loused it up.

- Harold, I know you're hurt,

but it never was

his system or mine.

- Hurt?

To begin with, when

we first got here,

I asked for suggestions.

Neither of you had

anything but smart remarks.

Well, somebody's got to take

the responsibility somewhere.

- Sure, you had a

system and we had none,

but we needed our own,

Harold, not yours.

- But you never had anything.

Never, Ev, not when I met you.

- And not when I married you.

Your system never really

worked for me, Harold.

With or without the world,

your system's the same.

It gives me everything but you.

Your money is gone and

what it meant is gone.

And you've never

really seen that.

- It meant me.

And I'm not gone.

And you never really saw that.

I made that money,

it didn't make me.

And what it took to

make, I've still got.

- Then use it.

Use it to help.

- That's what I want to do.

That's what I'm trying to do.

- And Martin?

- I'll help us by

getting rid of him.

- Harold, Martin is part of us.

- I'm married to

you, not to Martin.

(somber music)

- Where are you going?

- Out.

- What'll you do?

- Nothing.

- What's that?

- A little headache.

- Do you mind going alone?

- No more than I mind going.

- Would you mind company?

- I won't stop you.

- Ask me though, Martin.

I need you to ask me.

- Look, Ev, I may not have

much love for that man,

but I couldn't do that to him.

- What?

- Leave him alone.

- Martin, he wanted you alone.

- I don't think he

realizes what that means.

- Martin.

- All right, Ev, I

do want you with me.

(soft music)

We'll run around

the world together.

We'll take that yacht

and set sail, OK?

- Really?

- Really.

- What'll I need?

- It's a come as you are party.

- Evelyn?

Evelyn?

What's taking so long?

- Packing.

- You see Evelyn?

- Yes.

- Where?

- Here.

- Where is she now?

- She left.

- How's your eye?

- It still works.

- Well, when you're ready,

I'll be down by the

garage to see you off.

Is that all you're taking?

- That's all.

After all, Harold, I'm not

the kind of house guest

to run off with the silverware.

- Now just don't get any

ideas about that boat.

It belongs to Ev, too.

- Doesn't 1/3 of

it belong to me?

- Yeah, but 2/3 belongs to us.

- I defer to your

unimpeachable sense of ethics.

- Now listen, Martin, I don't

have to let you take this car.

- I know, Harold, I know.

- Where are you going to?

- That's one decision

you won't have to make.

Just give me the keys.

(light music)

(engine revving)

- Evelyn.

Evelyn, if you go away,

I won't come after you.

I won't come.

Evelyn,

I won't come after you.

(engine revving)

- Will he follow us?

- Soon as he can

start the truck.

- What if he catches us?

I mean, Harold can

be awfully brutal

when he thinks

he's been wronged.

- People who believe in

wrong and right can be.

- What do you

believe in, Martin?

- Nothing, Ev.

I'm too civilized.

Are you cold?

- A little.

How much longer?

- At this rate, an hour.

- Have you ever

handled a boat before?

I mean, how will we?

- All we can do is

follow the islands

until we hit what I hope

will be the Florida Keys.

From there, we can go

right up the coast.

- Does it hurt?

- Sort of, it feels

like something

rolling around in

back of my eye.

- Martin.

(tires screeching)

(car crashing)

(dramatic music)

- You all right, Ev?

- Yes, you?

- Yeah.

- That looked like

it was a body.

(suspenseful music)

- Ev, this wheel

is bent sideways.

We're gonna have to walk.

- Can we make it in time?

- Well, the harbor's on the

other side of this forest.

We could cut our time in half.

Ev, we better cut through here.

Ev, wait here.

- No.

- I'm gonna check and

see if it's all right.

- Take me with you, Martin.

I don't want to be alone.

- Come on, Ev, wait here.

I'll meet you at the church, OK?

Don't.

Don't.

- Martin, what if we

were to have a child?

I mean, wouldn't it be nice

if we were to have a child?

- Whatever for?

- What for?

- Ev, look, it's all

over but the shouting,

as far as the human race goes.

And there's no more

reason for little Evelyns

and little Martins running

on those ice blocks

than little Gerns.

All that's left for us

is to live without pain.

I'll be right back.

(tense music)

(soft music)

(dramatic music)

- You're not taking my boat.

- You forget, it's

only 1/3 your boat.

- Where's Evelyn?

- She doesn't want to see you.

- She is my wife.

Where is she?

- You never learn,

do you, Harold?

Your boat, your money,

your wife, your world.

Nothing belongs to

you, Harold, nothing.

- Where is she, Martin?

- No.

(Martin grunting)

(suspenseful music)

Leave me alone.

(punches landing)

(water splashing)

(engine revving)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Where is she, Martin?

- Ev?

- Martin?

- Where are you,

Ev, I can't see.

- I'm here.

(door closing)

- Come down from that altar.

- What altar, Harold?

- Come down from there.

- I don't see any church.

What's the matter, Harold?

Are you afraid that the

biggest banker of all

wouldn't approve?

There are no more

bankers, no more churches,

and no more God.

No more pencils, no more books,

no more teacher's dirty looks.

Pretty silly to stick

around and look after you.

I mean, Harold, you can take

care of things all by yourself.

You can run the world all by

yourself, can't you, Harold?

Ev?

- I'm here.

- What can I do, Martin?

- My eyes are dim, I cannot see.

I have not brought

my specs with me.

My eye hurts.

(tense music)

- I k*lled him.

Will we never learn?

- He didn't think so.

- Let's go home.

- Where is that?

- Help me find out.

(dramatic music)