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The clip Phyllis's' marriage from Double Indemnity (1944) with Barbara Stanwyck, Fred MacMurray
Get a couple of glasses, will you?
Plain water, please.
You know, about six months ago a guy slipped on a cake of soap in his bathtub...
...and knocked himself cold and was drowned.
Only he had accident insurance.
So they had an autopsy and she didn't get away with it.
Then there was a case of a guy who was found shot.
His wife said he was cleaning a gun and his stomach got in the way.
All she collected was a three-to-ten stretch in Tehachapi.
Perhaps it was worth it to her.
See if you can carry that as far as the living room.
It's nice here, Walter. Who takes care of it for you?
A colored woman comes in a couple of times a week.
Cook your own breakfast?
Squeeze a grapefruit once in a while.
Get the rest down at the corner drugstore.
Just strangers beside you.
You don't know them and you don't hate them.
You don't have to sit across the table...
...and smile at him and that daughter of his every morning of your life.
What daughter? You mean the little girl on the piano?
Lola. She lives with us.
He thinks a lot more of her than he does of me.
You ever think of a divorce?
He wouldn't give me a divorce.
I suppose because it'd cost him too much money.
He hasn't got any money. Not since he went into the oil business.
But he had when you married him?
Yes, he had. And I wanted a home. Why not?
But that's not the only reason. I was his wife's nurse.
She was sick a long time. When she died, he was terribly broken up.
I pitied him so.
And now you hate him.
Yes, Walter. He's so mean to me.
Every time I buy a dress or a pair of shoes he yells his head off.
He never lets me go anywhere. He keeps me shut up.
He's always been mean to me.
Even his life insurance all goes to that daughter of his.
The clip Phyllis's' marriage Part 2 from Double Indemnity (1944)
Nothing for you at all?
No. And nothing is just what I'm worth to him.
So you lie awake in the dark and listen to him snore and get ideas.
Walter, I don't want to kill him. I never did.
Not even when he gets drunk and slaps my face.
Only sometimes you wish he was dead.
Perhaps I do.
Then you wish it was an accident, and you had that policy for $50,000.
Is that it?
Perhaps that, too.
The other night we drove home from a party. He was drunk again.
When we drove into the garage, he just sat there with his head on the steering wheel...
...and the motor still running.
And I thought what it would be like if I didn't switch it off...
...just closed the garage doors and left him there.
I'll tell you what it'd be like.
If you had that accident policy and tried to pull a monoxide job...
We've got a guy in our office named Keyes.
For him a setup like that'd be just like a slice of rare roast beef.
In three minutes he'd know it wasn't an accident.
In 10 minutes you'd be sitting under the hot lights.
In a half-hour you'd be signing your name to a confession.
But, Walter, I didn't do it and I'm not going to do it.
Not if there's an insurance company in the picture, baby.
They know more tricks than a carload of monkeys.
And if there's a death mixed up in it, you haven't got a prayer.
They'll hang you just as sure as ten dimes will buy a dollar.
And I don't want you to hang, baby.
Stop thinking about it, will you?
So we just sat there.
She started crying softly, like the rain on the window, and we didn't say anything.