A Blueprint for Murder Page #8

it did contain strychnine...

there still wouldn't be any

sense in my phoning for a doctor.

Sort of an even stephen trade...

death by strychnine

or death by the electric chair.

Take your choice.

Look at this clock.

It's five minutes past 1:00.

Every time it ticks it brings you a second

nearer a horrible death right here and now!

You're being a fool, Lynne, an absolute fool!

Strange, isn't it? You seem to

be the one who's unnerved, not I.

You know, it just occurred to me, if

there was strychnine in that tablet...

and I should die, you're the one

who'll be facing the electric chair.

Or hadn't you thought of that?

You're all confused, aren't you, Cam?

You don't know, not for sure,

whether I'm lying or not.

And if I am, you yourself will be a murderer.

Hmm, you don't like the idea of that, do you?

It takes nerve to kill someone...

sit by and watch them die.

How would you like to have a death

on your conscience...

My death?

Oh, yes, it was five after 1:00, wasn't it?

Nearly a minute's gone by since then.

This is too much for me. Did you or

did you not give this woman strychnine?

I gave her a pill marked with a "W"

that I took from her aspirin bottle.

Then it was completely harmless, and you

have nothing to worry about, either of you.

Here.

- Tell me, Mr... Mr...

- Connelly.

Oh, yes, Mr. Connelly.

What are your impressions of

the man there in that chair?

From his looks, would

you say he had character?

Honor? Integrity?

Well, I'm sure you would.

But I'm afraid he's quite deceiving.

Let me tell you about him, Mr. Connelly.

He lived in my apartment as a guest...

as a relative, as a warm friend.

But all the while he was accepting

my hospitality, Mr. Connelly...

what do you think he

was doing behind my back?

He was taking everything I said,

every incident that occurred...

and was conniving to build a case against me.

But his betrayal didn't end there.

Even after the court laughed

at his ridiculous charges...

he kept on and on with his persecution!

But this last attempt...

This is the most contemptible of all!

Tonight...

Tonight you must really be proud of...

Even while we were dancing

in each other's arms...

even while you were making love to me...

you were all the while

plotting to take my life.

How treacherous...

How despicably treacherous is

it possible for a man to get?

Look at the clock, Whitney Cameron.

The five minute deadline

you gave me has passed...

and nothing's happened to me.

How about that, Cam?

Even you ought to be convinced by now.

You're being an idiot...

a complete idiot!

You were there with me when

Polly died. You heard her screams.

You saw the horrible convulsions

and the agony she went through.

Do you think that I, that

anyone who had seen that...

would take a chance of dying

in the same horrible way?

Do you?

I've been a bigger fool than you.

You took me in completely.

I was even falling in love with you.

This farce has gone on long enough.

Now get out of here, both of you! Get out!

Get out, or I'll call the purser!

I assure you, Mr. Cameron will leave at once.

[Door Closes]

This is the most outrageous

thing I've ever witnessed.

- You realize I'll have to make

a full report of this.

- I suppose so.

[Cameron Narrating]

I must have been insane...

Stupidly, blindly insane.

How could I have been so wrong?

Apparently, Polly's death was due to

one of those impossible accidents...

that couldn't happen but did.

A million-to-one shot.

A mistake by a careless drug clerk.

I was horror-stricken at the thought that...

it was only by the merest chance

that I hadn't murdered her.

What a mess. What a complete,

miserable mess I'd made of everything.

Mr. Cameron. You're wanted in

the surgeon's office right away.

Mr. Cameron is here.

It's Mrs. Cameron. We were

just able to save her life.

Another minute and it would've been too late.

She phoned here as soon as we left.

[Cameron Narrating]

On October 10, 1952...

Lynne Cameron was convicted

of murder in the first degree.

Her sentence:
life imprisonment.

And so to the names of Madeleine

Smith, Florence Maybrick...

Lydia Trueblood and all those

other young, beautiful...

but evil poison murderers...

was added that of Lynne Cameron.

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