Angel Face Page #4
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I couldn't see from my bed.
And then I heard her go out
and very quietly close the door.
I lay there for a second
and then I heard it,
the gas,
that awful hissing sound it makes.
I jumped out of bed
and turned it off and waited.
I didn't dare leave the room.
Then after a while
I looked out into the hall.
There was no one there.
So I came over here.
- Did you tell your father about this?
- How could I?
Well, we're going to have to tell it
to the police.
No, Frank! We mustn't do that.
Why not?
She'd deny it and we have no proof.
The police couldn't do anything.
They didn't before.
Now, I've been thinking about that, too.
If she's trying to kill you,
why did she turn on the gas
in her own room first?
To make it look as though
somebody else were guilty.
- Is that what you did?
- Frank, are you accusing me?
I'm not accusing anybody,
but if I were a cop,
and not a very bright cop at that,
I'd say that your story
was as phony as a $3 bill.
How can you say that to me?
Oh, you mean,
after all we've been to each other?
Diane, look, I don't pretend to know
what goes on behind
that pretty little face of yours,
I don't want to.
But I learned one thing very early,
"Never be the innocent bystander. "
That's the guy that always gets hurt.
You want to play with matches,
that's your business.
But not in gas filled rooms.
It's not only dangerous, it's stupid.
I think you ought to
go on back to the house
and get in bed
and do some serious thinking.
Yes, Frank, I will.
I'm very tired.
Yeah, that I can believe.
- Frank.
- Hi.
Come in.
- Why didn't you call me?
- Oh, I have to call ahead of time now?
I thought maybe you forgot the number.
You ought to stick around more.
I called last night, twice.
I was out with Bill.
I've got to get dressed. I'm on early duty.
That's all right. I've been here before.
- Remember?
- Yes, I remember.
- Had your breakfast?
- Yeah.
There's some coffee in the pot if you like.
Help yourself.
What did you call me about
last night, Frank?
Oh, I had some time off.
Why didn't you show up then?
Bill was sure that you'd get there.
Show up where?
Where?
I suppose it was some other guy
who entered the singles
in the hospital bowling tournament.
Oh, that. I've been busy.
You have?
- How did Bill make out in the tournament?
- Wonderful!
He rolled a 245 in the second game.
He's been making out all right
with you, too, huh?
Bill was very sweet to me, Frank,
after you walked out.
I took a job that pays better
than being a lousy ambulance driver.
Is that a crime?
Is taking the boss's daughter
to the Mocambo part of the job?
They got a good band there.
Remind me to take you sometime.
- Who told you?
- Oh, things get around.
Are you driving her car at Pebble Beach?
I don't know.
I've been thinking about quitting.
It's a weird outfit. Not for me.
Here, zip me up, will you, Frank?
Are you planning on coming back
to the hospital?
No. I was a dope to stay there that long.
What's the score, Mary?
Has Bill taken over or do I still rate?
That's a hard question to answer, Frank,
and I don't think a fair one to ask.
It's a very simple question.
Yes or no? Bill or me?
Can't you make up your mind?
Yes, but I want to be sure
you can make up yours.
Can't we let it go at that for a while?
Oh, I'm on probation?
Okay. How about tonight? We got a date?
Why not?
You know something?
You're a pretty nice guy, for a girl.
- Where are you going?
- I'm quitting.
- Why?
- Oh, let's just say it's the altitude.
Living up here makes my heart pound.
Now let's face it.
I never should have taken this job.
You shouldn't have asked me.
- It's not that I mind...
- Leave me alone.
You know I'm right.
You have your world, I have mine.
You've got beautiful clothes, a big house.
Someday you'll come into a lot of money.
I've got a pair of hands, not much else.
All I want is you.
I can't let you go now. I won't.
It's no good, I tell you.
I'm not getting involved.
Involved in what?
How stupid do you think I am?
You hate that woman and someday
you're gonna hate her enough to kill her.
It's been in the back of your mind
all along.
So she's fooled you, too.
Just like she has everyone else.
You don't know
what she's done to my father.
I told you he was writing
a wonderful book.
I believed it.
Until one day, last year,
I went into his study
to hide a present in his desk.
Just something between him and me.
And I found that in the drawer
where he's supposed
to keep his manuscript
there was nothing
He hasn't written a line
since she married him.
So he got tired.
A writer marries a rich widow,
what do you expect him to write,
besides checks?
- Don't joke about my father.
- Okay. Okay.
She's humiliated him and destroyed him.
There's never been anything in my life that
she hasn't begrudged or spoiled somehow.
Well, there's no law that says
you have to stay here, you know.
Lots of other girls work for a living.
Do you think I'd stay one day longer
if it weren't for him?
That's where I came in.
I guess that's where I leave.
Frank, please!
Will you tell me one thing?
Do you love me at all? I must know.
Well, I...
I suppose it's a kind of love.
But, with a girl like you,
how can a man be sure?
Will you take me with you?
You had it all figured out, didn't you?
You mean, you'd really leave your father
and everything here?
If I have to, to keep you.
I could be wrong about you.
I have my jewels
so we can raise a little money.
I can sell my car and we'll get you a shop.
Not the big one
that we'd planned but something.
- I know it won't be very easy.
- It'll be rough.
Maybe you'd better think it over.
I want to be sure that you know
what you're getting into.
But I am sure. Aren't you?
That must be her now.
You better get out of here.
We'll think it over for a couple of days.
You won't leave?
You won't go without me? Promise.
I promise.
Ito.
What's the matter?
"Heavy," she says.
The only trouble with the America,
it spoils the women.
Oh, yeah!
I put a new set of spark plugs in this.
It ought to run a lot better.
- Sounds very good.
- Have a nice day.
Chiyo. Oh, Chiyo. Chiyo.
- Is she in here?
- No, Thursday off.
Oh, could you help me, dear?
I've looked everywhere.
I can't find a single pair of gloves.
I don't know where they've all gone.
- Take a pair of mine.
- Thank you, dear.
Will these do?
But they're new. I'd hate to lose them.
Haven't you...
Please take them. I'd like you to.
Why, thank you, dear.
You can be so sweet at times.
Oh, dear, I must rush.
Oh, Diane, now I can't find Frank.
Do you know where he is?
That man's never there
when you want him.
- Frank?
- Yes.
I don't know what's got into him
the last few days.
I'm so sorry. It's my fault.
I completely forgot.
It's something to do with the tappet rod.
I said he could take my car and pick it up.
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