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Mr. and Mrs. North, starring Barbara Britton and Richard Denning.
I'm going to the store, Francois. What do you want?
Oh, here is the list for the lowly grocery and the dismal vegetables. I also like to have a million dollars, years with Kason and you.
You watch your language. Maggie! Maggie! Oh, don't do it! Don't put me down!
Maggie, is that any way for a bride to work?
I'm not your bride.
Well, you will be in a few hours. It's all set.
Well, then I'm set it. I'm sorry, John, but I can't.
Can't?
Well, I didn't hear from you for so many years, I thought.
Five years, I know. Those years were spent on the pen, Maggie.
Oh.
It taught me a lot. It made me realize you were the most important thing in my life.
I used to dream at night about this day. The day I claimed you as my wife.
Oh, no, John, please.
Oh, don't worry. I'm not in the racket anymore. The old big John you knew is gone.
I'm glad for your sake, but I can't marry you, John. It's impossible. Try and understand.
Look, let's talk this over.
Oh, Mr. and Mrs. North, welcome back.
Thank you again.
We've been looking forward to this for a whole year.
Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Thornton, John, meet Mr. and Mrs. North, my favorite guest. How do you do?
How do you do, Mr. Thornton?
Say, is Francois still your chef?
Of course!
Oh, Mr. and Mrs. North, I've gotten you cut outside. Madame North.
Monsieur!
Francois!
It is such a pleasure to see you. Hello, Greekies.
Wait, wait, wait. Don't tell me.
The two cuts.
Thank you.
Number fifth, honeymoon. Right.
That's right, Francois.
I don't think you'll lose. Will you excuse me, of course.
Ah, Kieramur, what love.
This reminds me of the springtime in Paris.
We remember Paris, all right. We also remember your cooking.
Oh, I'll say. For a year, I've been dreaming of your sauces and gravies and lobsters and champagne.
Ah, man, who dreams like that, he appreciates the art of living.
In the snails and garlic, and the kidneys and pork.
And you in the hospital.
What death could be more blissful than from eating.
Well, I guess it depends on whose cooking.
Oh, I adore you, darling, but even you don't enjoy your cooking.
I know, darling, you're right. I guess I need some lesson, Francois.
Oh, I think I hear something in the kitchen. It's bumbling.
Hey, cow eyes. Scram in the kitchen.
You wanted to talk. Now, what is it, John?
Is it Frank?
Yes.
I'll soon change that.
When he hears what I've got to tell him about you, he'll drop you like a hot potato.
It won't work. I've already told him everything. We have no secrets from each other.
That's real touching. Did you tell him about the box?
The box?
The safety deposit box. The one that's in both our names, the one you're paying rent for.
You've got the key to it.
What about it?
Don't horse around, Maggie. There's almost $50,000 in that box, cold cash.
I don't believe it.
It's the truth.
Rocket money. And you hid it in my name.
I could have wound up in jail myself.
That money was for us. I didn't do it to put you on the spot.
That's where I've been on the spot every day for five years.
And you, you tried to tell me you love me.
All right, all right. Give me the key. I'll get you off the hook.
The key? Frank's got that too.
What? You're joking.
No, I gave him everything. My bank books, the hotel papers, the key.
I still have the rent receipts on the box, but...
Why? You must have been out of your mind.
He's got everything.
Everything.
Afternoon, Francois.
Ah, it's Sheriff Logan. Hello, Frank.
How's the business of crime?
Guess it's here to stay.
How's the cooking business?
Ah, I cook. People eat. People stop eating. I stop cooking.
Then we're all out of business.
Why, uh, does Mademoiselle Margaret see us out?
She's gonna be back shortly.
I didn't come to see her today.
No? Who else?
Maybe you.
Me.
Gastronomically or officially?
It's official, Francois.
Sometimes it ain't no fun being Sheriff.
No fun at all.
Sometimes it faces a man with a mighty unpleasant duty.
Yeah. Like a husband who has to go home to the wife.
He don't love it.
The shorty, the French police?
Yeah, sure is.
Yeah, well, whatever it is, they want you.
Me?
But I am so unimportant.
Just a little onion in the chicken fricassee.
His extradition papers.
Bigamy.
Oh, looks like this time Francois.
He's cooked.
Oh, make your pardon.
We'd best go now.
Oh, no. No, no, not till I'm finished.
My cocoa van.
You haven't any choice.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
But you don't stop an artist in the middle of raw stroke.
When my cocoa van sees his finish,
his positivity is a masterpiece.
So you wait. You wait. Come on.
Come on, now you wait.
And while you wait, you eat.
He's only taken a couple, two, three hours.
I reckon it wouldn't hurt to let you finish it at that.
Hmm.
Always knew you were romantic,
but I sure never figured you for four wives.
You never spent it for springtime in Paris.
Ah, poor Francois.
I never can say no to a lady.
He's watched three more which I divorce it.
What expenses.
Uh-huh.
Well, which one's going to get you?
They all want you back.
You can put the names in the hat.
I don't mind to go to jail,
but to go back to those women,
never, never I go back to those women.
Huh. You don't have any choice.
Oh.
Ah-ha. You want it back?
Any trouble, Francois?
Trouble.
They start in the cradle and end in the coffin.
I guess you're right.
Where's Agnes?
Well, she's setting the tables for dinner.
Oh.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I do this for you.
Oh, thank you, Francois.
Yeah, you are tired
and you want to get cleaned up for dinner.
Oh, uh,
have you seen Sheriff Logan?
No, I don't see the sheriff today.
Oh.
Well, you'll get here in time for dinner.
Well, we're done.
Man does what he has to do.
For moonlight ride,
I fall overboard for the girl.
I am through with the woman.
No, that's not the attitude, Francois.
Oh, Mrs. North, I don't know.
It's supposed to be you.
So I gather you let me help you.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, not with my cocoa bag.
Now, tomorrow you take the first lesson,
but tonight you just watch.
All right, tonight I watch.
Hmm.
What?
Well, Francois, you made an awful mess here.
You really should butcher those chickens outside.
Give me the towel. I'll clean them up.
Well, at least I can help you put these away.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I need these on the outside.
Maybe you help me with the cocoa van.
Oh, can I have one?
I may not be a king, but I've just eaten like one.
I think some branding would be just right
to celebrate your fifth honeymoon.
I've been saving a special bottle for you in the pantry.
Oh, wonderful.
Maybe.
She's fainted. Get some water.
Water?
Jerry is, is he...
Yes, better call with Sheriff.
He's no use.
That is the sheriff.
We'll take her up to her room so she can rest.
Call the sheriff's deputy if he has one.
Jerry doesn't seem strange to you, Miss McGinnis,
painting that way. She doesn't seem to tie.
Now, Pam, don't stop.
I'm enjoying.
You know Pam, I was just...
Pam?
Pam.
Jerry, look.
The killer must have dropped that the chain's broken.
Looks like a wedding ring.
Initials.
FL.
L.
Jerry, what's Francois' last name?
FL.
Well, like a populous.
Oh, no, not Francois.
Of course.
That's why he kept me from going into the pantry.
No, Pam, he quit.
Francois isn't a killer. Besides, he's not married.
No.
I can't believe it.
You think he'll is cooking.
Of course he's married. Now that I know who, too.
To whom?
Who?
Margaret. Who else?
Who else? Oh, no, Pam.
And I'll bet if someone were to look in his room,
they'd find a marriage license.
Pam, you wouldn't.
And the license would be made out to Francois and Margaret, too.
My darling wife, will you please stop this?
For one thing, you're completely wrong.
And for another, it's none of your...
I don't know.
Well, that's just it.
What's the matter with her?
I gave her a sedative.
Well, I'm not too questioning her yet.
You're through.
No, look here, I'm the deputy sheriff around here.
Only for you.
Well, it's mighty suspicious you putting her to sleep
before I finish questioning her.
Why don't you relax, sonny?
Sonny?
Huh.
John.
You searched my room this afternoon.
Well, Maggie, I... I didn't.
You didn't need to bother. I'd have shown them to you.
Maggie, I...
Don't lie to me. I know you were here.
Well, what's the difference?
Oh, look, Maggie.
Let's not fight.
Oh, sweetheart, I...
I love you so, I...
Look.
Take this room.
We'll be married whenever you say so.
It's very pretty and very expensive.
But it hardly explains why you searched the room.
All right.
I'll leave it here.
We'll be married
whenever you say.
And we'll talk it over
when you're not so upset.
Sheriff Logan really loved this smelly old pipe.
That's funny how a man becomes attached to a pipe.
You were very fond of him, weren't you?
I sure was.
He practically banged me up.
I...
I...
I...
I...
I...
I banged me up.
How long have you been Sheriff?
Oh, I'd say.
Now, let's see.
About ten years. Yep, ten years.
How long have you been with him?
I've been Sheriff Logan's deputy for five years.
Yeah, done this cold.
There's something wrong about this.
Wrong about what?
Well, why is his key ring open?
Did the murderer take one of his keys?
Well, I don't know.
But I do see that his wallet's missing.
You know, he kept all of his official papers in it.
And he penned a star on the outside.
That was the motive, all right?
Plain robbery.
Why would anyone rob the Sheriff?
Did he have so much money?
Just his salary. You know how much a Sheriff makes.
And who do you suppose would want a Sheriff, Logan?
I don't know.
The Sheriff didn't have an enemy in the world.
And you say he didn't have any money?
Not enough to cause anyone to want to kill him.
I see.
You've both lived down here for a long while, haven't you?
Yes, ma'am.
The Sheriff and I were both born and raised
right here in this county.
What was that?
Don't worry, don't worry.
It's nothing my little pigeon.
Oh, don't you worry.
I'll give everything to Francois next time.
You know, Sheriff, you've been working pretty hard.
I think it's been very much nice.
You have a little friend's tapestry.
No one could do.
Agnes, bring me, Sheriff, a glass of milk.
You know something, Mrs. North?
I think so is be awfully much nice
if tonight maybe we're going to make
the marinade of the beef.
That would be wonderful.
Oh, dear, he loves your marry.
If I could learn how to cook it, he'd be tickled pink.
Hey, what are you trying to do?
Oh, just to say, just to say, oh, what happened?
Why am I in that double talk?
Tell me what you're trying to do putting this...
The Sheriff's Wallace.
You sure?
Sure, I'm sure. He's trying to sneak it back in with the Sheriff's thing.
Oh, no, no, I find it in the pocket.
Oh, you found it in your pocket, huh?
You expect me to believe that story?
Oh, you're wrong, Monsieur. You're wrong.
CLANA
CLANA
Mrs. McGinnis.
A wedding ring.
It is just like the other one.
I knew it.
Marriage certificate.
Margaret McGinnis and...
Frank Logan.
Safety box.
Maggie.
Maggie.
What are you doing here?
Visiting Maggie.
Where are you taking those papers?
They're mine.
Some letters from my business files.
That isn't true. One of them is a marriage license
and the other is a receipt for a safety...
safety deposit box.
Did the sheriff have the key to that?
Well, I don't quite know what you're talking about.
There was a key missing from the sheriff's key ring
and he and Maggie were secretly married.
Why, Mrs. North?
You've been reading too many detective stories.
Have I... excuse me, I want to find my husband.
Oh, Agnes.
Have you seen Mr. North?
The sheriff, Mr. North, took a stroll down to the lake.
He was going there. Thank you.
Don't bother to scream, Mrs. North.
Your husband is way down by the lake.
What are you going to do?
You know too much.
You killed Frank Logan.
I said you know too much.
Jerry.
Jerry, Jerry.
Is he hurt badly?
No.
Frans law keeps that shotgun for chicken thieves.
It was only loaded with rock salt.
You'll have a nice mess of blisters, though,
but they'll heal up in time for him to sit in an electric chair.
Midnight snack.
Well, Frans law, this is more like a seven-day snack.
You know, Frans law, this is more like a seven-day snack.
You know, Frans law, this is more like a seven-day snack.
Midnight snack. Well, Frans law, this is more like a seven-day feast.
Uh, permit me.
I'm Pierre Toussaint of the French Siotté.
Uh, Sheriff Logan was to deliver Francois.
Wait, you mean Francois is under arrest?
We, his wives are pressing charges to bigger me.
I have here the original extradition papers.
Only on one condition I make the surrender.
I return to the jail, but not to those wives.
The crime is not called for such terrific punishment.
Calm yourself. Already Paris Jails is awaiting your arrival
to replace that abominable cook.
A wretch of a man who's cooking untitles him only to the guillotine.
You see, Missy Me, I have nothing else to do but say goodbye.
Oh, the rabbit, the rabbit.
Let him simmer and turn him off in half hour. Yes?
I think I take a hamburger for the trip.
Well, Sheriff, can't you do something?
Like what?
Madame Nurelle, everywhere.
Monsieur Nurelle.
So long, sport. Goodbye, Francois.
I surrender.
I promise you, avec plaisir.
Adieu.
Allons!
Mr. and Mrs. North is directed by Ralph Francis Murphy.
A John W. Lofton production.
Produced by Federal Telefilms.
Starring Barbara Britton and Richard Denning, featuring Francis DeSales.
This has been a film presentation.
