Beware, My Lovely Page #3

Mrs. Gordon?

Yes?

Have I done anything

to hurt you?

No, of course

you haven't.

I'm glad.

Because I wouldn't

want to hurt you.

But I might,

you know.

I don't believe that.

You're just not feeling

well, that's all.

You don't know what

it means like I do...

to find myself...

in the middle

of a room...

or the middle

of a busy street...

or in some house

I'm working in.

When a thing like

that happens...

I wonder

where I am...

what I'm doing.

And sometimes I'm...

looking down at someone...

somebody that's

been hurt.

They've been hurt

very badly.

And I wonder

if I've done it...

if what I'm looking at

is real or...

it's only in my mind.

Then I begin to run.

I hide.

But I don't know

what I'm hiding from.

It's bad enough

to hide, but...

not to know what

you're hiding from.

There are days when

I pick up a newspaper

and I see that somebody's been murdered.

And I ask myself...

could I have been there at that time?

Could I have done

this thing?

Where was I

yesterday?

What causes

these blank spaces?

What causes them?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Perhaps- perhaps if

we get a doctor.

I told you,

I've had enough of doctors.

Just tell me one thing-

do you know what started

things going wrong this morning?

No, I don't.

I remember something

about a man being here.

Was there a man here?

Yes.

What was his name?

Mr. Armstrong.

He rooms here.

Oh, yes. I remember.

He's the one

who started it all.

What do you mean?

I was coming up

the walk...

there was a dog

barking...

and he was standing

right here.

He was laughing at me.

He wasn't.

Really, he wasn't.

Oh, yes, he was,

and you know he was.

Howard, you're

imagining things.

No. He had a suitcase in his hand

and his overcoat over his arm.

Where are you going?

To let him in,

of course.

He can't harm you.

Please, Howard.

All right.

Where's the key?

Wherever you put it,

I suppose.

I never lock the doors from

the inside during the daytime.

Give me the key.

I don't have your key.

Yes, you have.

I tell you,

I don't have your key!

Very well.

I'll let him in

the back way.

Where's your roomer now,

Mrs. Gordon?

Is he coming back soon?

Yes.

Yes, he is

coming back.

Why, he should

be here any minute.

Good. Then I can ask him if he was

laughing at me when I arrived this morning.

I wouldn't wait for him, if I were you.

There might be trouble.

Trouble?

He won't like it when he finds

you've locked me in this house.

What do you mean?

Try the door.

You've probably forgotten you locked it.

You've told me you don't

remember things you do.

Howard, please,

if you went quietly now...

there won't be any

trouble. I promise you.

I'll try the front door.

Hello, operator?

Operator?

I must have locked that

door, just like you said,

and forgotten about it.

Sorry, I don't know why

I'd do such a thing.

Well, we'll

forget about it...

now that you know

you did it

and that

I wasn't lying.

Most people would have been

angry, and called the police.

Howard, I'd...

rather Mr. Armstrong didn't

find you here when he gets back.

But instead, you were kind and patient.

I wonder...

Mrs. Gordon,

could I stay here?

Until I'm well again?

Please?

That's not possible.

For one thing,

I- I haven't room.

You have room

for Mr. Armstrong.

Yes, but you couldn't expect me

to ask him to leave, could you?

But you don't seem

to understand.

I haven't

any other place to go,

and it's so nice here.

I've never in my life met

anyone as kind as you are.

Howard, please go now, before

Mr. Armstrong gets back.

Oh...

here we are.

If it weren't

for him,

I could stay here,

couldn't I?

Well, uh...

Maybe I could talk

to him-

Yes, perhaps we could make some

arrangements with him for later.

You mean you'd talk to him

about giving up his room?

Yes.

You'd tell him how much I

needed to be here, couldn't you?

Yes, I'll talk to him,

but on one condition.

I'll do anything.

That you go now.

Then I'll let you know

what he has to say later.

Well, that'll be fine.

But, uh...

how will you get in touch with me?

Well...

you'll call me.

I'll give you

my phone number.

Just a minute, I'll get a

pencil and write it down.

But, I might

forget to call you.

You know how it is

with me.

Oh, no, you won't.

Now, you just call me...

and I'll let you know what arrangements

have been made about the room.

There.

Thank you

for everything.

That's all right.

You do think he'll

understand, don't you?

Oh, I'm sure

he will.

Good-bye, Howard.

Good-bye.

I can't go

without my coat.

Oh. That's all right.

I'll get it.

Oh, hello.

I'm Harold Franks.

Yes?

I've come to see

about renting the room.

Is Mrs. Gordon in?

What did you say?

Mrs. Gordon.

You see,

Armstrong wrote me.

He was sure it would be

all right with her

if I took his room

for a couple of weeks

while he's on

his trip back east.

Oh.

Well do you suppose I

could speak to Mrs. Gordon?

You see,

Armstrong told me

he was sure it would be

all right with her -

The room has been rented.

You don't

understand-

If I could just

talk to Mrs. Gordon,

perhaps she might know

of another place, and I-

Sorry, but Mrs. Gordon

isn't here now. Good-bye.

I... I couldn't

find your coat.

Where did you

put it?

Never mind.

I'm not going anywhere.

What do you mean?

You promised to leave if

I spoke to Mr. Armstrong.

You can't

break your promise.

You can't.

Why can't I?

What's come over you?

Why have you changed your mind,

just when you

were being so reasonable?

Just when I thought you were so

different, that I could trust you.

I'm very disappointed.

What have I done?

You've lied!

That's what

you've done.

No, I haven't.

Oh, yes, you have.

You're just full of tricks, aren't you?

So Mr. Armstrong was coming

right back, was he?

W- Well, he was,

I- I thought he was.

Well, when I lie,

you can't count it as lying,

because sometimes

I can't remember.

But you took

advantage of that.

You thought I wouldn't remember

that Mr. Armstrong

had gone on a trip.

Well, I didn't

- Until a man came to the door

while you were upstairs,

wanting to rent his room!

I don't know what

you're talking about.

So you were going to

talk to Mr. Armstrong.

I- I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

It's too late

to be sorry!

Please

- What did you intend to do?

Call the police

after I'd gone?

Tell them to be looking

out for a stupid cur?

No, honestly!

What do you know

about honesty?

Don't answer that!

Oh, let me,

please let me-

Don't go near it.

And don't try

the window.

What do you

intend to do?

How long are you

going to hold me here?

It's too bad things had

to... turn out this way.

For a while, I thought everything

was going to be all right.

Now you've spoiled

it all.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Really, I didn't.

From now on,

I promise you-

Promise?

I know all about

your promises.

Please...

don't you realize

I didn't mean it?

Shut up!

Leave me alone.

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