Born to Kill Page #7

- Grace.|- Yes, ma'am?

- Have you told Mr. And Mrs. Wild yet?|- Yes, Mrs. Brent.

How long had Mr. Waterman been living|in your house, Mrs. Wild?

About a week.

Did anyone telephone him|or see him during that time?

No, sir. No one that I know of.

Mr. Wild, what exactly was|your relationship to Mr. Waterman?

He was a friend of mine. A good friend.|Down on his luck.

Have you any idea why he was|on the dunes last night?

- No, I haven't.|- When did you see him last?

He came into my room|for a few minutes about 9:30.

We talked casually, then he said he|thought he'd go out for a while and left.

- He didn't mention where he was going?|- No.

I see. Well, what time was that,|did you say?

About 9:
30. I'm fairly sure of that|because I felt restless after he left, and I...

I asked Mrs. Brent to play cards|with me for a while.

My wife had had a headache and had gone|to bed right after dinner.

And how long did you and Mr. Wild|play cards, Mrs. Brent?

Oh, I should say till about midnight.

Well, I think that's all for now.

We may have to drop in on you|again, though.

Of course. Any time you wish.

Thanks.

- Goodbye.|- Goodbye.

Well, I'm going to get into some clothes.|How about you, Helen?

No, I think I'll have some coffee first.

Darling, I know how dreadful|this is for you.

You fool. You stupid, crazy fool.

Do you think the world is yours?|You can crash around, tear it to pieces?

Why don't you use that thick head|before you wreck everyone's life.

- Why didn't you think what you were doing?|- I knew what I was doing.

I'll do it when anybody|makes a monkey of me.

What do you mean?

I saw Mart coming out of your room.

You mean you murdered him for that?

And you said you've got to know|what you want...

...and go after it tooth and nail.

You, who let every mad whim that enters|your brain whip you around.

I bet you would even kill me if I made|a move that didn't meet with your approval.

I might.

Why was Mart out there|on the sand dunes?

- What's the difference? He's dead.|- You forget, I'm in this too.

Don't think I didn't loathe|perjuring myself to the police.

- Why was he out there?|- To meet old lady Kraft, Palmer's pal.

- He was gonna get rid of her.|- That was your idea?

Why not? She put a detective on me.

And if you'd killed her,|what about the detective?

- I'd have figured something out.|- You and your great brain.

You would have figured out something|that would have messed things up, I'm sure.

- Where can I find Mrs. Kraft?|- Why?

Why do you suppose?|To patch up your bungling.

- I'm so grateful to have such a clever friend.|- I can do better than you.

And I won't need any knives|or blunt instruments, either.

Yes?

I'm Helen Brent. When I called from|downstairs, you said you remembered me.

Oh, yes.

- You look ill.|- I didn't sleep so good last night.

- They're pals of yours.|- Who?

Those two butchers that tried|to murder me.

It says that one of them is married|to your sister.

Now, Mrs. Kraft, Mr. Wild didn't try|to murder you.

Maybe not. But the other one did.

He thought he had me, too,|but he was wrong.

He said I'd lived long enough,|but the joke's on him.

He's the one that's dead.|Me, I'm alive and hollering.

Hand me that beer, will you?

It was Mr. Wild who saved your life,|now, wasn't it?

But he killed Laury.

- What makes you think that?|- He's the one, all right. I know.

As soon as I get my clothes on,|I'm going to the police.

If you go to the police, you'll see Laury|sooner than you think.

- Are you trying to scare me?|- I'm just warning you.

Perhaps you don't realize.|It's painful being killed.

A piece of metal|sliding into your body...

...finding its way into your heart. Or a bullet|tearing your skin, crashing into a bone.

It takes a while to die, too.|Sometimes a long while.

- But I won't die!|- I tell you, you will.

I'm so tired. Can't you leave me alone?

Does it matter very much|if this man isn't caught?

You're the coldest iceberg of a woman|I ever saw, and the rottenest inside.

I've seen plenty, too.

I wouldn't trade places with you|if they sliced me into little pieces.

Do you want to live or die?

Laury, Laury, I've failed you.

You understand that if Sam Wild is turned|over to the police for any reason...

...your life is over.

Yes.

- Goodbye.|- Wait.

I'd be a bad hostess|if I didn't see you out.

Bad cess to me?

No need for me to say it.|You carry your own curse inside of you.

- Sam. Sam, where are you going?|- Out.

I've been waiting all day|for a chance to talk to you.

I saw Mrs. Kraft. It was pretty awful.

You needn't worry|about her anymore.

Fred will be here soon. I'll get money|from him to keep Arnett quiet.

What are you knocking yourself out for?

Lying to the police, shutting up Kraft,|hitting Grover for dough?

- Those aren't things Helen Brent stoops to.|- Well, none of them is very pleasant.

Then what are you doing them for?

- Oh, Sam.|- Well, why are you? I'd like to know.

For Georgia's sake.

All right, then. For my sake. For ours.|Now are you satisfied?

I didn't like doing them.|I hated doing them.

And I hate you for forcing me|to do them.

I'm not forcing you to do a thing.

I know.

Sam.

Come back by midnight.|I'll be waiting for you.

You want me to come back|knowing what you know, don't you?

All right.

See you at midnight.

Sam, you're carrying a gun.

Sure. Can't tell when I might need one.

Can't tell when I might|suddenly turn into a suspect.

Just a moment, please.

There's a Mr. Arnett on the telephone,|Mrs. Brent, and Mr. Grover's here.

Oh, tell Mr. Arnett I'm not in.|To call back later.

They were such good friends.|Sam's really taking it very well, though.

- Hello, darling. Georgie.|- Hello.

Well, I've got some things to take care of.|See you later.

Right.

- Pretty awful, that Mart business.|- Yes, wasn't it?

- I asked you not to have him in this house.|- I know you did, and you were right.

- I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you.|- Well, that's water under the bridge now.

- Helen, I have something that...|- Darling, I want to...

- Go ahead.|- No, mine can wait.

What were you going to say?

I've been thinking about things.

I feel that our getting married|would be a mistake.

You mean you're no longer|in love with me?

I wish I weren't.

- Fred, what's this all about?|- The point is, Helen, you don't love me.

I suspect I've known a long time,|but I've shied away from it.

What I say doesn't matter?

What you say and what you feel|are completely different.

Since I've known you, you've become|lovelier, more mentally assured...

...but it also seems to me that when|I first knew you, you had a heart.

I don't think you have anymore.

I'm just an iceberg of a woman,|is that it?

You'll be pleased to know|you're not the first to say that.

I didn't know that anyone else could see|under that shining surface of yours.

Why can't you, Helen,|before it's too late?

Too late? What an ominous|choice of words.

Too late for what, pray?

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