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Then suppose we offered this case

as we have it now to a court and jury.

- How would you disprove it?

- I don't know, but I didn't do it.

- The truth is that you did go back down there, didn't you?

- I didn't.

You didn't go back and try

to persuade her again to drop her threats?

I wanted to, but I didn't.

L- I hadn't got the guts.

You didn't stop her screams this time with

your hands on her throat until she was dead?

- As God is my judge, I-

- Then who do you think did, Mr. Mullen?

Didn't Peter?

What makes you think that?

Well, I took it for granted

he came home unexpectedly...

and she told him

what she was going to do.

Have you any evidence

of any kind to support that suggestion?

I have.

What sort of evidence, Miss Marin?

Everybody's known about Peter

and the girl for weeks.

But he was a friend of mine.

Is that why you accused him

of the murder twice already?

I accused him because I knew you had

nothing actual against him.

It's better that I be set down as a

wicked, jealous, spiteful woman than that-

Than that your husband

should be suspected?

Yes.

You mean you knew about

your husband and the girl?

No.

Not until just now.

I knew there was someone,

but I had no idea it was her.

I thought she was Peter's girl.

I knew nothing about Brian and her.

But that's not evidence, Miss Marin.

Is that all you've got to tell us?

No.

I was willing to keep quiet

for Mr. Denver's sake-

for the sake of anyone

who has been as close to me...

as he and Mrs. Denver have been.

But not at the risk of my husband's life...

regardless of what he's done to me.

He's hurt me...

he's destroyed my love and happiness...

but he's still not a murderer.

Go on.

I came home that afternoon

from the photographer's around 3:00...

with the proofs of the pictures

that Mr. Denver had ordered.

I knew he was anxious

to see them as soon as possible...

so I decided to stop off

at his apartment...

in case he should be there

to show them to him.

Let go, Peter! Let me go!

I'll let you go when you come to your senses!

Help, police! Police!

- And that was a little after 3:00 you say?

- It was.

And are you prepared to swear

to that statement, Miss Marin?

I am.

She's lying. I know it.

- Mr. Oliver, isn't it?

- Yes, sir.

- Do you know this young man?

- No.

He's an actor-

temporarily without a vehicle.

I'm afraid I don't remember.

Mr. Grady, my agent,

took me in to see Mr. Denver...

when he was casting the Duncan play

about two years ago.

That was just

for a few moments, of course.

Oh, yes. I remember now. You're the

boy that Mr. Kaufman recommended.

- Yes, sir. That's right.

- Yes.

- Have you seen Mr. Denver since?

- Yes, sir.

- When?

- The other afternoon.

Uh, Thursday afternoon

when he came into the Star Theater.

- And you're sure it was him?

- Oh, sure.

Most actors know Mr. Denver

by sight anyway.

And what time was that?

Oh, he came in about 2:30, I should say,

and he left about 4:30.

What makes you so certain

about those hours?

Well, I was planning

to speak to him when he came out...

about a part.

So I was keeping an eye on him...

but sometime after 4:30,

he got out without my seeing him.

You mean you hung around there

all that time just to speak to him?

I wasn't just hanging around.

I work there, taking tickets.

Temporarily, of course.

And you're still willing

to swear to that statement, Miss Marin?

Okay then.

You're under arrest, Mr. Mullen.

But he didn't do it!

Don't you think you interfered in this

thing enough already?

He couldn't have!

How do you know

he couldn't have, Miss Marin?

Because I know him.

I know what kind of person he is.

No, no, Miss Marin.

That's not what you meant at all.

You meant something else entirely.

May I suggest what it was?

Everybody else has taken

a shot at what happened.

Perhaps I can offer a version too.

What do you think of this, Miss Marin?

Will you come down here now?

I can't now.

I'm expecting Lottie back about 3:30.

- Just for a few minutes.

- No. I'll call you tomorrow.

Please, darling.

All right then, but just for a few minutes.

- Just tap on the door.

- All right.

What do you want here?

You filthy, dirty little beast.

You get out of here.

You're the one who's

going to get out of here...

and out of New York too

if you know what's good for you.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

You don't have to. All you've

got to do is get out and stay out.

That ought to be clear enough.

There.

And if ever you try to see him again...

I promise you now you'll be

sorry for it as long as you live.

You just wait until I tell him about this.

Did you hear what I said?

Maybe you're the one who's

going to be sorry for this.

You try to see him again and you'll

soon find out who's going to be sorry.

You dreadful old woman. Do you really

think this will do you any good?

- Are you going to get out or not?

- He loathes you. He despises you.

- And if you don't believe it, ask him.

- I've told you-

You don't dare to, because

you know what he'd say.

He's sick of you and your meanness,

and he's sick of being a slave.

He hates you!

He hates you!

How about that, Miss Marin?

- It's not true!

- No?

It's a complete lie,

you've made the whole thing up...

and you can't prove one word of it!

I got this in your kitchen

this morning, Miss Marin.

Is it yours?

It's some scribbles

and a grocery order.

Mr. Mullen said it was yours.

Now, uh, the police lab

tells me that this drawing...

which we took to be by the girl...

Was actually drawn by the same

hand and same ballpoint pen...

that did those doodles-which you did.

In fact, that's all we

had to go on until you-

Lottie!

You don't hate me, do you?

Please tell me.

Please!

Nancy Ordway's trouble was that she was

a purpose girl who forgot her purpose.

She fell in love.

Unfortunately, the fellow she fell in love

with was Miss Carlotta Marin's husband.

Personally, I'd just as soon try to take

something away from Rocky Marciano.

What do you think

they'll do to Lottie?

That I couldn't tell.

A thing like that's up to the jury.

I can hardly wait.

Why, Peter.

No, I mean,

for one of the greatest...

dramatic actresses

in this country to open in court.

I can already see her

in the witness chair-

without any makeup...

her hair just a little

straggled and gray...

wearing a rather faded print

dress from a bargain basement...

and no girdle.

And when this poor, brave,

pathetic little housewife...

gets through with that jury-

They'll probably convict me.

That is not impossible.

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