Act of Violence Page #4

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Maybe I don't love you enough.

Joe. Joe.

- Mrs. Enley?|- Yes?

- I have a message for your husband.|- He's not here.

Has a man been here to see him?|A man named Parkson?

Wait.

Listen, I'm his girl. Joe Parkson's girl.|Do you think I want him to be a murderer?

I took him next door.

He's 2 years old.

What's this for?

I don't even know how to shoot it.

I thought maybe I could find him.|Parkson.

Try to scare him off.

He won't scare.|I wish it were that simple.

Where is your husband, Mrs. Enley?

You must trust me.

Why should I?|You don't care about Frank.

Look, I've came a long way to stop this.|Maybe nobody can.

- But I'm the only one that has a chance.|- What can you do?

- I've seen him. He's vicious. He's a killer.|- Is he? What about your husband?

- Do you call him a murderer?|- No.

He didn't mean it.

He's been sick with it.

They're both sick with it.|And I want Joe to be well.

- Where is your husband?|- I don't know.

- Tell me. I'll call the police if I have to.|- No.

Would you rather see him dead?

He won't kill Frank.|He doesn't know where he is.

- He's found out.|- No.

I just saw him. He was leaving town.

I've come 3000 miles and he couldn't|wait five minutes to talk to me.

He was in a hurry, Mrs. Enley,|because he knew where he was going.

I want the Blake Hotel, Los Angeles.

Mr. Frank Enley, person to person.

Who?

Hello? I can't hear you.

Parkson's found out where you are.|He's coming there.

I can't...

Be quiet a minute, I've got to...

I can't hear you.

Ah. How could you heard what he said?

You wasn't there.

- I was there.|- You was not there. You was drunk.

- I was drunk but I was there.|- Where?

Good night, Tim.|- So long, Harry.

We're closed, Jack.

- Look, I've got money.|- Yeah, but we're closed.

Jack, for you, I don't lose a license.|Sorry, no go.

- Put it away, will you? You'll coax me.|- Tim.

What are you doing down here,|handsome?

Looking for some kicks?

No place to go?

Hey, you really need that drink.

Well, I got influence.|Want me to use it?

Come on, Tim, give us one for the road.

A quickie. Just one.

Okay?

Hey, stick around. He'll give it to you.

Hey, what's your hurry, handsome?

Gee, you ought to have a coat.|It's a terrible night.

- What's your name, handsome?|- Frank.

I had a better place|but it got too expensive.

You know, it's terrible nowadays|trying to find a decent place.

Go on, drink it. It'll make you feel better.

Cheer up, Frankie.

So you got troubles.

There's plenty else to think about.

Laughs. Kicks.

So you're unhappy. Relax.

No law says you got to be happy.

Look at me. I'm not happy.|But I get my kicks.

Gee, how could anybody stand it|if they didn't get their kicks?

That bad, huh?

What is it?|Love trouble or money trouble?

Listen, Frankie, I've seen them all.

I've seen all the troubles in the world|and they boil down to just those two.

You're broke or you're lonely. Or both.

You look like the kind|that probably has a nice little wife.

Nice little house, some kids.

- I have.|- Yeah?

Now no more?

What happened? Somebody else|come along for you, for her maybe?

So it's money.

No.

Well then what have you got|to worry about?

Listen, Frankie boy, if you've got money,|nothing can be too bad.

With money, you can fix anything.

Get out of town if you have to.

Go someplace else|and start all over again.

You're free. Money.

Money.

Yes, I've got money.

What, are they paging him now?

What makes you so sure he'll be there?

He'll be there all right.

I hope you know what you're doing.

How much is this business of yours|worth, anyway?

Oh, I don't know.|Twenty thousand, maybe more.

Are you crazy?

Hey, what kind of a jam are you in?

Go ahead now. Do it like I told you.

Is this Mr. Parkson?

I'm speaking for Frank.

Yeah, Enley.

He says he wants|to make things right with you.

He says he's got a business.|It's worth a lot of money.

He says if you'll go back east|and forget it, he'll give it to you.

The whole thing.

He says he'll sell it and give...

What is it? What is it?

He's laughing.

Where is he?

Hey, where you going?

Hey, Frankie, listen.

Hey, wait.

I know a guy we can go to.|We'll figure out something.

It can't be that bad. You'll see.|It'll be all right, you just see.

- He's okay. Is Gavery here tonight?|- Yeah.

Threw a nine.|Who likes to field the come?

Nine's a field number.|Who likes to field the come?

Who wants the big six or eight?|Well, there'll be a number.

Good evening, Mr. Gavery.

- Hello, girl. You got troubles again?|- No, it's him.

- Can he pay?|- He's got a business worth 20,000.

- No.|- That's what he said. Honest.

Bring him over. Ahem.

If you can do him good, remember|it was me that brought him to you.

Go get him.

This is Mr. Gavery,|the attorney I told you about.

- This is Frank.|- Sit down, Frank.

Don't be nervous.|You're in good hands.

Here.

I understand you've got yourself|in a little trouble.

No, it isn't... It was a friend of mine.|It was a close friend of mine.

Sure.

Now, suppose you go ahead|and tell us about this friend of yours?

Tell him, sugar. Be smart.|He's a lawyer, no kidding.

They got all kinds of laws.|They got laws to help people too.

Go on, tell him.

Well, I was in...|I mean, this friend of mine.

It was during the war.|It was during the last few months...

- Hi, Johnny.|- Hello.

All right, go ahead.

Come on then.

Now we have privacy.

It was in the last few months of the war.

We were flying over Germany.|Our plane was hit in the wing.

I moved away from Syracuse|and came out here.

And now it's finally caught up with me.

He didn't mean it,|what happened over there.

He just made a mistake.|One mistake in his whole life.

That's all. Everybody makes mistakes.

- Did you hear it?|- All of it.

Here.

Drink it.

You got yourself|in a tough situation, Frank.

Really bad.

I'm very sorry for you.

It's a shame.

If it weren't for the papers,|you could talk to the police.

Have them scare this fellow out of town.

- No, no.|- No, of course not.

You have a position to think of.

You made a new life for yourself,|didn't you?

And you're entitled to protect it.

If we can't get protection|from the cops...

...we'll get our own cop.

- A private policeman.|- What did I tell you?

Not just an ordinary private detective.

This job will be dangerous.

We need someone who can handle himself.|Take chances if he has to.

And he won't be cheap, mind you.

Might cost as high as 8, $ 10,000.

That's all right.

Well then, take that boy outside|for instance.

- Johnny?|- Good boy, Johnny.

He wouldn't just sit around.

He'd get in touch with his fellow.|Make a date with him.

- Someplace quiet.|- What are you trying to sell him?

He talks to him. He tells him to get lost.

- Nothing wrong in that, is there?|- No.

So maybe he takes the hint|and leaves town.

- He wouldn't.|- Or he's hotheaded.

He gets sore and plays rough.

Well, Johnny has a gun too.

You forget all about it.

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