Born to Kill Page #8

You told me once that you'd always land|on your feet, no matter what happened.

- You won't always, Helen.|- How dare you say these things to me.

Who are you to be so smug|and holier-than-thou?

- I didn't mean it to sound that way.|- Are you so perfect you can sneer at me?

I'm sorry we had to end this way.

Fred!

Fred!

Fred, don't go. Don't.

If you leave me, I haven't a chance.|Stay and help me.

The person who said I was cold|also said I was rotten inside.

Well, part of me is, but I'm not...

I'm not clear through. Not yet, Fred.

I'll fight it.

I'll fight it off, and I'll be all right|if you'll help me.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.|- Fred, please.

- Lf I felt I could, but...|- I need you. I need you terribly.

You saw enough good in me|to fall in love with me.

- It's still there.|- I doubt it, Helen.

You've changed so.

Particularly since Sam came|into this house.

Why would Sam have any effect on me?

I don't know. Why would he?

I see now.

Sam's the reason you feel as you do.

You never see a thing|except what you want to see, do you?

Sam.

Sam!

Mrs. Brent, Mr. Arnett's on the phone again.|Do you want to talk to him now?

Yes, I do.

- Hello.|- Hello, Mrs. Brent.

Through some strange circumstance, my|client has decided to abandon her search.

Now, I have a glimmering as to what may|have caused this abrupt change of heart...

...but don't make the mistake of thinking|that I can be that easily swayed.

Nothing is going to save your Mr. Wild|except the sum I quoted you.

- Fifteen thousand dollars, and at once.|- You're not going to get it from me, Arnett.

The gentleman in question has cost me|much too much already.

I hope you realize that I am not bluffing.

The police will be there one hour|after this conversation.

It can't be too soon|to get him out of my life.

He'll be back in the house about midnight.|And I might warn you, he's armed.

Do you remember the verse|from the Bible, Mrs. Brent?

I find more bitter than death...

...the woman whose heart|is snares and nets.

And he who falls beneath her spell...

...has need of God's mercy.

Where's Fred?

He's gone.

For good.

For good?

Oh, Helen, I'm so sorry.

- Would you like to tell me about it?|- No.

Perhaps going away for a bit|would be good.

We could take a trip to Florida,|just you and Sam and I...

...and we could have...|- Georgia. I have to talk to you about Sam.

He doesn't really mean|too much to you, does he?

Why, Helen, what in the world?

Georgia...

...Sam's going to be arrested.

- What?|- He killed Mart.

He killed those people I found in Reno.

Oh, really, Helen. Sam killed Mart?|Sam killed some people in Reno?

- I tell you, it's so.|- Lf this is some kind of a joke...

Look, we haven't much time.|The police will be here at midnight.

I want you to be prepared.

I don't believe it.

There's proof, Georgia.

There are fingerprints in Reno.

We'll get the best lawyer|in town for him.

No matter how it comes out,|you and I will go away.

- You'll be all right. Where are you going?|- To put his things together.

- He's got to get out of here.|- No.

It would be worse if he tried to get away.|The police may have men around the house.

But we've got to do something.|When Sam gets here...

You go to your room. You're upset.|He'll know something's wrong.

You think I'll let my own husband|walk into a trap?

Georgia, Sam's a murderer. A maniac.

How can you stand the thought of even|looking at him again?

I don't know how, but I...

Oh, Helen, I still can't believe he did this.

Of course you can't.|I realize it's been a terrific jolt...

...and you've never had to take any jolts.|Your money has always protected you.

- What's my money got to do with this?|- Nothing, of course.

You called the police.

- I had to...|- How long have you known?

- A few days, I guess.|- And you just made up your mind tonight...

...to call the police.|- What are you...?

Fred was through with you, wasn't he?|You were willing to let my money go...

...when you had Fred's. But he walked out.|- Ridiculous.

You realized you weren't going to get|his money or mine. You're right. You're not.

Georgia, listen.

Whatever else I've done,|I've loved you.

You love my money.|That's all you hung around for.

- Be quiet.|- Well, I'll tell you this much.

You won't get a nickel as long|as I live. When I die, you still won't.

- I'll see to that in the morning.|- Stop.

- You're washed-up as far as I'm concerned.|- Little fool. You're crazy.

If I am, at least I'm crazy|with love for a man.

You're crazy about money and yourself.

Mad about a man|who doesn't give a damn for you.

You think you can get back at me like that,|by telling me Sam doesn't love me?

I'll show you how much he loves you.

Stay there and listen.

Sam.

Sam.

- Things are piling up on us.|- What happened?

I'm afraid for you.

- Let's go away together, you and I.|- Yes.

- Tonight. Right now.|- Yeah.

Get out of here.

Both of you, get out.

She'd never let us be happy|while she's alive.

- Get out, I said.|- Do you hear me?

She doesn't want us to go away.|We can never be together till she's dead.

Yes, I think you're right.

I loved you so, Sam, that I would|have saved you no matter what.

Maybe Helen was right in calling the police.|I don't know anything anymore.

Open up. This is the police.

You called the police.

- You.|- Why would I call the police, Sam?

- I don't know why, but you did.|- You don't believe Georgia about that?

- Yes, I think I do.|- Open up. Open up in there.

- We'll have to let them in.|- Don't go near that door.

No, Sam!

Come on out of there!|It's me, Sam, remember?

Tonight's our night. We have time|for a few kisses before the police get me.

You'd love that, wouldn't you? You're|crazy about me, don't you remember?

Sam, you're out of your head.|I should have known that long ago.

- Please be reasonable.|- Come on out, my darling.

Sam! Sam!

Mrs. Brent.

- In there.|- Sure.

- Send for an ambulance.|- Okay.

Won't do this guy any good, though.

You should never have stayed in the house.|It was taking too big a chance.

Yes.

- I did take too big a chance.|- Well, I wouldn't worry.

- Everything will be all right.|- No.

No, it won't.

Fred was right.

This time, I didn't land on my feet.

The way of the transgressor is hard.

More's the pity. More's the pity.

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