Vertigo
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:04:18
(Policeman) Give me your hand!
:04:24
Give me your hand!
:04:29
(Screams)
:04:46
(Gentle classical)
:04:50
Ouch! Ouch!
:04:53
- I thought you said no more pains.
- It's this corset, it binds.

:04:57
No three-way stretch? How very un-chic.
:05:01
Well, you know those police department
doctors, no sense of style.

:05:06
- Anyway, tomorrow will be the day.
- Why, what's tomorrow?

:05:10
Tomorrow?
The corset comes off tomorrow.

:05:13
I'll be able to scratch myself, I'll throw
this miserable thing out the window.

:05:18
Be a free... free man.
:05:21
Midge, do you suppose
many men wear corsets?

:05:24
- Mm, more than you think.
- Really?

:05:26
You know that
from personal experience?

:05:29
Please. What happens after tomorrow?
:05:33
- What do you mean?
- Well, what are you going to do?

:05:37
- Once you quit the police force.
- You sound so disapproving.

:05:41
No, it's your life. But you were
the bright young lawyer

:05:45
that decided he was going
to be chief of police someday.

:05:48
- I had to quit.
- Why?

:05:50
Because of this fear of heights I have,
this acrophobia.

:05:54
I wake up at nights seeing that man fall
from the roof and I try to reach out and...

:05:59
- It wasn't your fault.
- That's what everybody tells me.


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