Angel Face Page #8

I'm not talking to you, Bill.

This is between Mary and me.

- No, it's between Mary and me.

- Please, let's not have any fuss.

I'm not making any fuss.

Just set him straight, that's all.

I'm trying to, if you'll give me the chance.

I'm sorry, Frank, but Bill is right.

You can't just walk in the door

and say, "I'm getting a divorce"

and expect me to fall into your arms.

I don't expect that.

I know I was off base.

I'll make it up to you.

All I'm asking is a chance,

unless he's afraid of the competition.

Okay, if you want to talk it over,

it's okay with me.

No, Bill, don't go.

I guess I'm the one

that's afraid of the competition.

Frank, you know the night at the hospital

when the call came in

from the Tremayne place?

Yeah.

Yeah, if it had just come

five minutes later.

That's what I told myself at first.

And I wished, with all my heart,

it had happened that way.

But Bill was on that call, too.

Remember?

Frank, with you I'd always be worrying

because there are a lot of Dianes around.

And I want a marriage, not a competition.

I want a husband, not a trophy

I have to defend over and over again.

Maybe you would keep coming back

but that's not for me.

You're sure you're not just saying this

because you think

maybe I am guilty after all?

No, Frank.

I never believed that.

I guess that's it.

So long, you two.

- Bill, do you think he'll go back to her?

- Why ask me?

I never could figure what he saw

in the dame in the first place.

For that, you deserve a big kiss.

You know, I got a hunch

this'll be flat before I ever get around to it.

You dog.

You are going away?

Yes, I'm closing the house,

possibly for a long time.

You wish us to find other employment

right away?

No, take all the time you need.

I want to be sure you find a good place.

Well, then.

- You are very kind, Miss Diane.

- Yes.

Good night, Miss Diane.

Ito! Ito!

- Good morning, miss... I mean, madam.

- Are you going into town?

Yes, I'm going to the agency,

look for another job.

Can you wait a moment

and take me down to Beverly Hills?

Yes, Miss Diane.

- Has he come in?

- I'm sorry

but Mr. Barrett hasn't called in yet.

There must be some way of reaching him.

It's like I told you this morning,

Mrs. Jessup.

When he left yesterday he warned us

not to expect him. He was tired.

Now I know he isn't at home and

I've tried all the other numbers I dare try.

- Hello, Shirley.

- Mr. Barrett.

Diane, what brings you here?

I thought you'd seen enough of me

to last a lifetime.

I didn't know you were waiting.

Would you like a drink?

Perhaps a little sherry?

No, thank you.

I want to make a statement.

I want someone to copy it down.

And I want to sign it

in the presence of witnesses.

Well, mind telling me first

what the statement's about?

I want it taken down just as I say it.

You want to sign it

and have it witnessed. Very well.

Will you send someone in, Shirley?

Anything to please a client,

especially such a lovely client.

Miss Preston, Mrs. Jessup would like

to make a statement.

Will you take it down, please?

Go ahead.

I want to say that it was I,

and I alone,

who killed my stepmother,

Catherine Tremayne, and...

Hold on now. Never mind, Miss Preston.

Just forget that.

Please stay here.

I want it taken down, every word.

Diane, why go all through that again?

You've been tried, you've been acquitted.

There's only one thing to do, forget it.

Put it out of your mind completely

as though it never happened.

You wouldn't listen before.

You wouldn't believe me.

But now you must listen.

Frank has been freed

and I can tell the truth.

Now may I tell it

and will she please take it down?

All right.

If you insist.

I killed them both

and Frank knew nothing about it.

That is, he knew I hated Catherine,

at least I did then,

and he suspected me.

I let him think

that he'd talked me out of it.

And then one day,

when he was working on her car,

I got him to explain

how the automatic transmission worked.

- So he did show you how to fix the car?

- No.

No.

But I know how to get things

out of people.

I ask a lot of questions.

It's a habit of mine.

And people are so accustomed to it

they answer without even thinking

why I want to know.

- And you actually did it all by yourself?

- On that Thursday.

Frank left right after Ito and Chiyo.

And then before Catherine came down...

It only took a few minutes,

just as that Mr. Miller

described at the trial.

At last, a technical expert

who knows his stuff.

Well, do you feel better

now that it's off your conscience and...

It will never be

off my conscience, Mr. Barrett.

But now that Frank has left me,

I've got nothing to live for.

I can't believe

he's really serious about leaving you.

No young man in his right mind

is going to run away from a girl like you

and a half-million dollar inheritance.

He's gone to the girl he loved

before he met me.

She's taken him back, I think.

He didn't come home last night.

So now may I please sign that,

and will you take me

to the district attorney's?

Listen, Diane, once you've been

tried for a crime and acquitted,

you can never be tried again

or punished for it.

- But I'm guilty.

- It doesn't matter.

The law calls it double jeopardy.

You could sign that statement

a dozen times

in front of a dozen witnesses,

you could shout it from the housetops,

read it over the radio,

and there isn't a thing

anyone can do about it.

No, I'll take that back.

There is one thing.

They'd probably

put you in an insane asylum.

Do you want that?

Keep it.

And so the Tremayne tragedy

came to a happy ending after all.

With her acquittal, Diane gets full control

of the Tremayne estate,

and it is expected that she

and her chauffeur husband

will take a belated honeymoon trip abroad.

None of the principals was available

to confirm this rumor. However...

Well, you win your bet.

Here. Thanks for the use of the car.

You needn't have packed.

Ito could have brought your things over.

To Mexico?

That's where I'm going.

- Have you ever been there before?

- No.

It's wonderful.

Mexico City. Acapulco.

The roof of the Casablanca,

dancing under the stars.

The night air is warm,

and way down below is the harbor,

all the fishing boats,

the orchestra playing Clair de Lune.

I'm sorry, my bus leaves in 40 minutes.

Frank, take me with you.

I can't let you go, darling. I just can't.

You just never quit trying, do you?

No.

Will you give me 40 minutes more to try?

Let me take you to the bus station.

I've already called a taxi.

Only 40 minutes.

Diane, what's the use?

It's all over. It's finished.

We've said everything there is to say.

Just this one last chance.

Well, you're just making it

rough on yourself, but okay.

I'll only be a minute.

- Here are the keys.

- Thanks.

You know, it would be fun

to drive this clear to Mexico.

Yeah.

Why don't you do that sometime?

- What's this?

- We didn't drink it yesterday.

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