Born to Kill Page #4

I've had to handle this whole thing,|and I'm upset about Georgia.

I'm sorry, my sweet.

I didn't realize I was badgering you.

- Well, I've come to say goodbye.|- Nice of you.

So sad, goodbyes, don't you think?

- Saying goodbye to you is.|- Smooth. Simply smooth.

- You don't believe I mean that, do you?|- With bells on.

Do you mind?

No, go ahead. I don't drink much.

- I don't need it.|- That's where we're different.

Everybody's different from everybody else|in some ways.

You fancy yourself an intelligent man,|don't you?

- I don't like that remark.|- So if you don't like it, I mustn't say it.

I think you've had too much to drink.

Do you know what I think? I think you've|got a secret of some kind, haven't you?

Well, haven't you?

Why does your face go tight|all of a sudden sometimes?

What about this friend of yours,|this pug you brought to the house?

Anything else you'd like to know?

Yes.

Why do you stay away from me?

You haven't said two words to me|since you first came here.

- Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.|- Stop that phony intellectual patter...

...you climbing faker!

- Sorry, that was rotten to say.|- No, you're right.

I'm nobody much.

But I'll make myself|a lot more than I am.

I can do it, too.

- You don't think I can, do you?|- I haven't given it a thought.

You know, Sam...

...the way you kissed Georgia|after the ceremony was very convincing.

You were the perfect picture|of the ardent young husband...

...faithful unto death.

Why shouldn't I be?

Don't you realize|my wife's very attractive?

- I know you realize you're very attractive.|- Now, that was a fine thing to say.

You can't even remember all the women|who've been mad about you.

- Can you remember all your men?|- Leave me out of this.

Okay.

Just one more thing.

Georgia's my sister,|and I love her very much.

After all she's done for you,|you'd be crazy if you didn't.

You don't know anything, do you?

You're talking about her money,|and I hate her for her money.

Every time she pays a bill...

...every time I see something I don't own,|I'm only borrowing...

...I hate her for her money.

That's nice of me, isn't it? After all|she's given me without even thinking.

I know how you feel.

There's more to it than that.

Her money has made her something|that I'll never be.

She's completely innocent.

She has a perfect faith|that if she asks someone a question...

...they'll give her the right answer.

Anyhow, I love Georgia, and if you do|anything to hurt her, I'm your enemy.

And I make a very bad enemy, too.

Goodbye...

...sister.

- Mrs. Brent.|- Yes, Grace, what is it?

There's a man in the kitchen asking|lots of questions about Mr. Wild.

I thought you'd better see him.

Thank you.

About how long has Mr. Wild|been courting Miss Staples?

I don't know, a few weeks.

My, how quickly love flowers|in the hearts of the young.

They're getting ready to leave.

Honest, that Mr. Wild, he just makes me|water at the kneecaps.

Obviously, Mr. Wild is a gentleman|the ladies take to.

- Yeah.|- I won't waste your time or mine...

...by letting you lie about who you are.|Would you give me your wallet, please?

Perhaps this might all be less painful|if we discuss it in private.

Would you mind waiting in the pantry?|It will only take a minute.

He said he was hungry.

A detective.

Or operative,|as we euphemistically call it.

I'm not interested in your|professional drolleries, Mr. Arnett.

I want to know why you're asking questions|about Mr. Wild...

...and who your client is.

Naturally, I cannot reveal the name|of my client.

Your ethics touch me deeply.

Noblesse oblige.

- I see that I shall have to call the police.|- That would be extremely unwise.

It might involve Mr. Wild|even more seriously...

...in an already very serious matter.

Good day.

I hope Mr. And Mrs. Wild will|have a most enjoyable honeymoon.

Grace.

Show this man out at once, please.

Oh, and, Grace...

...you didn't tell him anything|about Mr. Wild, just by accident?

For instance, you didn't tell him|about his visitors?

But Mr. Wild hasn't had any visitors...

...except the gentleman who arrived|for the wedding today.

Helen. We've been looking for you.

Maggie Macy just told me|you're moving in with her.

- What in heaven made you dream that up?|- You should have your house to yourself.

Darling, that's silly.

You'll be leaving anyway, as soon as you|get married. That won't be long.

- Maybe she doesn't like me.|- Why, Sam, I adore you.

Of course I'll stay.

- Have a wonderful trip.|- Thank you, darling.

- Georgia, dear.|- Yes.

It was a silly idea, moving out.

Goodbye, brother.

Goodbye.

Come on, darling.

- Better hurry.|- You'll miss your train.

- Come on, everyone, they're leaving.|- That man's gone.

I hope his coming didn't upset you,|Mrs. Brent.

Upset me? Why, no.

His coming here made me feel wonderful.

With the keys to the city|right in my hand.

Goodbye. Drop us a line, will you?

Why did you call me?

I was shopping and thought it would|be nice to have a cocktail.

When Sam introduced us,|you made it clear...

...that my being in your house was strictly|Sam's idea and strictly a bad one.

I know. I was rude.

I was wondering if you'd forgive me|and forget about it.

It's all right. Forget it.

I thought we'd have a line from|Georgia and Sam by now, but no.

I don't know about Georgia,|but Sam's no letter writer.

- You've known him a long time?|- Yeah.

Yeah, Sam and I lived together|five years now.

Why didn't you come to San Francisco|when Sam did?

I had some business to take care of|and...

Wait a minute. Seems to me we're doing|a lot of question-and-answer stuff.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry.|Really not.

- Drink up and let's have another shot.|- Good.

I must warn you, though,|liquor makes me nosy.

I've been known to ask all sorts of|personal questions after cocktails.

It's all right. I've been known to tell people|to mind their own business.

Cold sober, too.

Grace.

- Hello, Fred.|- Hello.

- I didn't expect you tonight.|- What is all this?

- All what?|- About Mart Waterman moving in.

Grace said that you phoned and asked her|to get a room ready for him.

Yes, I've invited Mart to stay here.

- What made you do that?|- He's Sam's closest friend.

It's silly for him to stay at a hotel|when we have empty rooms.

I don't know why it didn't|occur to me days ago.

I don't like the idea at all.

- Having this man in the house with you...|- But, Fred, Grace is here.

- That's not the point.|- Oh, don't be stuffy.

At the risk of seeming mid-Victorian,|I want you to ask him not to come.

- But how can I do that now?|- Invent some excuse. It's not difficult.

But it is, darling.|I just can't do things like that.

You mean you won't.

Oh, Fred, really, I don't see why|you should...

Will you stop?|I'm sick of hearing how stupid I am.

- That sounds like Georgia and Sam.|- So soon?

But they weren't coming back|for another week.

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