Born to Kill Page #3

Getting involved with that|is sure to be messy.

Besides, it's a lot of bother.|Coroner's inquest and all that stuff.

Well, that seems a rather self-centered|way of looking at it, somehow.

I don't think so. If I had information,|it'd be different.

But I couldn't tell them anything,|could I?

- Well, maybe you're right.|- Of course I'm right.

- Will you take care of this?|- Certainly, Mr. Grover.

Thank you, Pierre.

I ordered something special|to celebrate your return.

- Wonderful.|- Oh, this is my very favorite piece.

Come on, Fred, let's dance.

- You don't mind, do you, Helen?|- I certainly do.

- But go ahead.|- Thank you, my sweet.

Why him?

Well, that's a weird question.

I wanna know. I don't get it.

Doesn't it occur to you|that I might be in love with Fred?

- He's no guy you'd be in love with.|- Have it your way.

Like to dance?

No, thanks.

Afraid?

Afraid? Of what?

You might change your mind|about marrying him.

Nothing in the world could change|my mind about marrying Fred.

- Why don't you? What are you waiting for?|- Fred's mother died recently.

Naturally, he wants to wait a few months.

I think I could change your mind|about this marriage deal if I decided to.

Well, what's so funny?|You wanted to see me again.

Let's not confuse the issue.

Seeing you again had nothing whatsoever|to do with Fred and me.

Oh, I see.

You'll cross the tracks on Tuesdays|and May Day with goodies for the slum kid.

But back you scoot, and fast, to|your own high-toned neck of the woods.

I wouldn't say that.

No, you wouldn't say it,|but that's the way it is.

Too much of a crowd for me.

Well, Fred, when I'm your age,|I don't suppose I'll be able to take it either.

- Helen, may I borrow your mirror?|- Yes, help yourself.

Here's your wedding ring.

Aren't you supposed to throw it over|the fence as soon as you get your divorce?

I would if I were you, but I've got to think|of the diamonds. I can always hock them.

Oh, Helen, that's silly.|I've told you before...

...I don't want you to think|about money.

Isn't it marvelous to be a poor relation|and have people insist...

...upon pressing gold|into your little fist?

- Say, aren't you two sisters?|- Yes.

You mean, why am I the poor relation?

- You see, we're really foster sisters.|- All right, if you must split hairs about it.

But we are, darling.|Georgia's father was the tycoon.

He founded the town's|biggest newspaper.

Naturally, when he died,|he left everything to Georgia.

You've no idea how this bother about|"money, who's got the money?" bores me.

Will you dance with me, Sam?

Why, certainly.

- Cigarette, darling?|- Oh, yes, thank you.

This guy your sister's marrying,|this Grover, he's rich, isn't he?

Very. He's the Grover Steel Company.

- Why?|- Oh, just curious.

That's how it ought to be, somebody|with money marrying somebody without.

Sort of evens things up.

- You've never been married, have you?|- No.

- Why not?|- Oh, I don't know, I...

You've had plenty of offers.

Well, l... What makes you think|I've been besieged with offers?

Well, that's simple. You've got|everything a man would want.

You're young, warm, pretty.

You could really love a man.

- I'm sorry.|- Why are you nervous?

- You've heard all this before.|- I'm not nervous.

Well, as a matter of fact,|it's a little bit disconcerting...

...to have someone you scarcely know|be quite so frank.

Why? Is it wrong to come out|with what's in your head?

No, it's not wrong, it's...

- It's just that I'm not used to it, that's all.|- We'll have to change all that.

Because there's a lot more in my head|I wanna tell you.

Hi.

Would you call my face pretty?

- Did he?|- Who?

- Don't be coy.|- He's a very attractive guy, isn't he?

And different too.

You know, I've never met|anyone like him before.

- When are you seeing him again?|- Lunch, tomorrow.

- What does he do? Do you know?|- No.

Well, what did you talk about|all the way down on the train?

My divorce, Reno.

Helen, was it awful, those six weeks?

It wasn't what you'd call|an enriching experience.

Well, at least it was some kind|of an experience.

I never seem to have any kind.

I think, darling, you're just about|to have one.

Hello.

Yeah, go ahead.

Hello.|- Hello, Mart. Sam. What's doing?

It's been quieting down.|- Good.

Nothing points to you.|- Sure, I knew it'd be okay. I wasn't worried.

Where you staying?|- Terrace Hotel.

Everything all right?|- Yeah.

I got news for you, Mart.

Getting married? Quit kidding.

When are you gonna do it?

Who's the gal?

Georgia Staples. She's an orphan.

Her old man left her|San Francisco's biggest newspaper.

Sounds like the big league.|- Sure, it's the big league.

You bet.

Yeah. We'll not only be rolling in dough...

...but marrying into this crowd|will fix it so as I can...

So as I can spit in anybody's eye.

Hurry down here. I don't know how long|I'll be able to hold her off.

I'll be there in a couple days.|- Okay, boy. I'll be seeing you.

Hey, taxi.

- Take me to 4106 Calvert Street.|- Yes, sir.

- Hello.|- Hi.

May I ask what's going on here?|Some sort of celebration?

A wedding.|Georgia Staples is getting married.

Is that right? Who is she marrying?

I don't know. Some lucky stiff.

Yep. Well...

How do you do, madam?

I thought you'd have use for an|accomplished dishwasher or dish drier.

- No.|- Or a garbage disposer, perhaps.

You see, madam, I may not show it...

...but food and I have been strangers|since the day before yesterday.

Well, come in. Can't turn a hungry man|away from a wedding feast.

- Thank you, ma'am.|- This stuff's no good for a hungry man.

- How about a turkey leg?|- Oh, anything will do. Anything.

Thank you so much.

Isn't that Mr. Wild the cutest thing?

His eyes get me. They run up|and down you like a searchlight.

Yeah.

Those whom God has joined together,|let no man put asunder.

Forasmuch as Samuel and Georgia|have consented together in holy wedlock...

...and have witnessed the same|before God and this company...

...and have given and pledged their troth,|each to the other...

...and have declared the same by giving|and receiving a ring...

...and by joining hands, I pronounce that|they are man and wife.

I hope you both will be|very, very happy.

- Thank you, Father.|- Thank you.

Congratulations, Sam.

- Georgia, I hope you'll be very happy.|- Thank you, darling.

- Mrs. Wild.|- Congratulations.

Hello, sister.

- Congratulations, Sam.|- What a lucky guy.

- Thanks.|- Congratulations, Sam.

- Congratulations.|- Thanks, Mart.

Tired?

Yes.

Helen...

- You didn't seem to like it very much.|- What?

Their getting married.

No. Naturally.

- Did it show?|- To me.

Sam's not in Georgia's class.|You know that.

- It was concern for Georgia?|- Well, certainly.

Then why did you let|the wedding go through?

How could anyone stop a woman|from marrying Sam?

Is he actually so attractive to women?

- Is he, Helen?|- Oh, really, Fred.

You pick the most hideous times|to badger me. I'm tired.

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