1:16:04
Tilney, what are you doing?
1:16:06
We never have flowers, sir.
1:16:08
- The odour is distracting.
- I know, but just for a change...
1:16:12
After all, it's spring in the country.
Just leave them where they are.
1:16:18
Yes, sir, Mr. Lightcap.
1:16:21
- Tilney.
- Yes, sir?
1:16:23
Why does a man lie?
1:16:26
Well, sir, he just
comes by it naturally.
1:16:29
The best of men, in self-protection,
or to carry out a desire of their heart...
1:16:34
But to lie against your principles
that took your whole life to build...
1:16:39
- Maybe we'd better go back to Boston.
- No.
1:16:42
I came down here to write...
1:16:46
...but I can't write.
I don't understand it.
1:16:50
Tilney, where's my hat?
1:16:54
Hello, Sam.
1:16:57
Hi, Mike. What can I do for you?
1:17:00
You can stop being critical of me,
both you and Miss Shelley. It's unfair.
1:17:05
Well, we'll try to stop.
1:17:07
Dilg's escape is lawlessness and riot.
1:17:11
I can't get into this. I can't even
afford to have an opinion about it.
1:17:16
And yet there are things
whirling around in my brain.
1:17:20
There's Grunstadt and Holmes,
Miss Bush, shot-put medals.
1:17:26
You ought to be able to
uncover some shred of evidence.
1:17:29
- Have you gone over everything?
- Day and night for a month.
1:17:34
Total profit to date is the
fire inspector's report six weeks ago.
1:17:39
At the end of the page,
in Bracken's own handwriting...
1:17:43
...he was the one killed...
1:17:45
...says, "Sprinkler system
slightly defective."
1:17:48
So was the whole joint. Worn out,
ready to go up in smoke...
1:17:53
...or deliberately burned by Holmes and
Bracken for insurance.
1:17:57
You know, this Bracken's
handwriting is moronic.