Among the T.V. shows that my younger brother and I were to watch last evening was another 'movie' in the old Edgar Wallace Mysteries series ─ this time, we watched Candidate for Murder (February 1962).
It was an interesting episode, as usual. I particularly found the handsome blond German 'hitman' to be of note, for I had a suspicion that despite being hired by a husband to kill the husband's wife, that he would have a conversion of sorts and decide not to go through with it.
I was wrong in thinking that the hitman and the wife would probably fall in love, however. But I was nonetheless correct that the killer would have that change of heart.
And at the end of the episode, while dying from a gunshot delivered by the villainous husband, the hitman lasted just long enough to dispatch the husband just before that latter was about to execute his own wife and her sweetheart.
It seemed to me to be undignified of the saved couple that as the closing credits rolled, that couple left their saviour lying face down where he had fallen in what appeared to be mud.
I could not find a decent biography of the actor portraying the German hitman, but the German version of Wikipedia proved to have quite a large write-up ─ provided that this Google Translate link remains valid, you can find the article translated into English here: Hans von Borsody.
He had a fairly long life, for he was born in 1929, but he died just over nine years ago (November 4, 2013).
He was rather imposing in Candidate for Murder, but there was a scene where he had his shirt off while washing up, and his torso was almost boyish in its relative absence of noticeable musculature. Regardless, he was a handsome man, and at times I thought that he looked very much like Chuck Conners of Rifleman fame.
Incidentally, before my brother arrived home from his daily socializing, I took advantage of the bottle of gold rum I had earlier bought, and I watched the 2015 Christmas movie I'm Not Ready for Christmas.
I had some reluctance about my choice simply because of the farcical title ─ I prefer tear-jerking romantic Christmas movies, especially those involving an attractive single mother, but the title suggested to me that the movie was going to be naught but a comedy.
Yes, it had its comedic moments, but it was also very touching. And I was delighted to discover that actress Alicia Witt had the lead role ─ her name was lost to memory, but I quickly recognized her. She has always attracted me, but I had forgotten that she existed ─ it has been so long since I have seen her in something.
I realized that she reminded me of one of my brother's ex-girlfriends ─ her name was Jean ─ from the late 1970s through to the earliest 1980s, but this had never occurred to me before. The eyes especially were similar. As well, I always thought that Jean's legs were spectacularly muscled.
And now check out Alicia ─ three photos from her past:
Wow!
And she can act, too! I am going to have to try and remember to see if I can find further of her work to enjoy.
Mia Bagley as Alicia Witt's character's niece was a good choice. She was born in October 2005, so she would have been 10 years old at most during filming. Her mother ─ Alicia Witt's character's older sister ─ was played by actress Brigid Brannagh.
The movie would have been almost perfect if the single mother also found a love interest, but there was nothing like that going on in the film.
I think I put away as much as five ounces of rum, so when I later also drank two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep in stock, I was definitely under the influence. And I felt rather poorly all morning today ─ I am still not feeling tops.
Today was mortgage day, and as of yesterday my chequing account was nearly $600 short due to my wife's pilfering. When she was last here before she left for work this past Saturday afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, I impressed upon her that the account needed to be shored up by her ─ and I stressed that Tuesday (today) was "a special day!"
So yesterday afternoon at 2:29 p.m. I texted her a reminder:
We still have to have at least $600 more in the account for tomorrow's mortgage.
I included a couple of cute emojis to lighten the statement.
She replied back at 3:33 p.m., asking if her two adult sons had yet transferred any money, and she added:
I will get my pay cheques tonight hopefully , will deposit asap
I confirmed that both lads had contributed ─ the youngest earlier in the month, and the eldest on Saturday. Concerning that latter contribution, I wrote:
...that's why there's $1,289 in the account and not just $889.
She responded back:
Ok, hopefully I get my pay tonight
So I added as admonishment:
Come straight home -- no partying.
If you are not here, I will have to get [her eldest son] to pay the $600, and he will need to know why the money for the mortgage is not there.
I included a crying emoji.
Her reply:
I will deposit ok
I sent her a smiling emoji, and she added:
I just wait for my pay cheques
Will come tonight
And I sent another smiling emoji.
Well, after my brother and I finished watching T.V. into the midnight hour last night and she was still not here, I sent this at 12:41 a.m. after I was unable to log into the account to see if she had replaced the essential $600:
I can't log into the account.
I don't know if it is [the youngest son] or [the eldest son] who is up, so I am going to have to talk to him about what is going on.
Enjoy your damned partying and all your friends!
I was feeling the alcohol, and I was angry. The whole reason the account was inadequate is because she parties so many nights each week, and sometimes then visits a casino and starts blowing hundreds of dollars. She has a gambling problem.
She dreads that her youngest son will find out that she still does gamble, for he is almost a walking rage where this nonsense is concerned. The eldest son is considerably more forgiving.
Unfortunately, whomever it was that had been up when I was texting her, had gone to bed, so I never had a discussion with him.
When by 2 a.m. I still did not hear from my wife ─ who was supposed to have come straight home and / or made the necessary deposit ─ by this time I was able to get back into the account and it was unchanged. So in a fury I sent this to both of the lads ─ I was done protecting her:
We have a mortgage shortfall of $600 that your mother took for her own special selfish needs.
The mortgage is due to be debited today, and your mother has yet to replace the money or bother to separate herself from her partying friends and explain what is going on.
If the payment bounces for lack of sufficient funds, I am going to discuss selling the place and being done with your mother from here on.
Despite promising, she didn't have the guts to tell her partying friends that she had something far more important to come home for.
It's always her friends and partying before all else.
Like I said, I was drunk and furiously desperate. My thinking was that one or both of the lads would see the message in time to transfer money to the account and correct the deficiency, and their mother could deal with the debt to them ─ and their criticism.
This morning at 7:30 a.m. the eldest texted me:
I transferred 600 on top of 400 I transferred early
Next month transfer all the mortgage money into the account number I gave you and I'll keep it till the last day mortgage comes out
He was referring to his own bank account. I simply responded:
She's out of control.
I included a crying emoji, and then checked the account, sending this to the lad:
Just in time -- they took the payment.
The mortgage debit had been transacted ─ probably within the hour that he made the transfer.
He simply replied:
Okay
A little later in the morning, at 9:12 a.m., my wife sent this after she was apparently on the receiving end of attacks from her sons:
I told you I will deposit today just wait for my pay cheques , happy now my kids give me chit now
I didn't do anything to your account I don't know what the fuck Ui talking about
She hasn't done anything to the account? Then why does she owe the account $3,770, according to a reckoning I have been keeping since late in June? Also, this was the first time she said anything about making the deposit today ─ the understanding was that the money HAD to be there FOR today!
Did she not read my message last night that I was going to have to broach the mortgage deficit with either of her sons? Or was she too busy partying by then, and never bothered to read or understand what I had texted?
Anyway, I only replied to her last message as follows:
You were too late -- they already took the mortgage.
[Your eldest son] put the money there just in time.
I have been talking with the younger lad ─ he got home from work at the end of the afternoon. He is actually encouraging me to look into selling the house, for he has no faith that his mother ─ who is 23 years younger than I ─ will ever change. He claimed that as early in his life as he can remember back in Thailand, she was always going out partying with friends at every opportunity.
He feels only sympathy for me, and wants me to start having an actual life. He realizes that I am effectively living here under house arrest, unable to afford to have any kind of life outside of the household.
He has calmed down, of course. And the consensus is that his mother is going to have to face this end of the family unit that we have had here since the boys came from Thailand to live with us in September 2008. She had preceded them in mid-2006.
I guess he will be mentioning to his older brother what may be in store. It will not only be the end of our household and family unit, but also the finish of my marriage to his mother.
I don't feel like blogging further. I will only mention that my brother and I watched an excellent video by Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls) this morning that he had uploaded to Rumble yesterday: Farmer Family Exposes Corrupt Attorney General[s] & Judges.
His two guests were John and Debra Peters, and this was one of the best of Christopher's videos that I can ever remember seeing.
His upload of today ─ Corruption On Every Level ─ was also very good, but that first video was superlative.
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