Deadline at Dawn Page #8

Did you ever rob a house before?

What did you do with her rings?

Ate them with mustard.

Now, I ask you one thing,

let my wife go home.

I told you I did it.

This gun you shot her with,

you bought it?

I bought it. What's the diff?

The diff is she wasn't robbed

and she was strangled, not shot.

- Yes, Jerry, that's so. She wasn't shot.

How do you know?

Shut your mouth.

How do you know?

She knows because she did it.

No, no, no.

Mrs. Robinson,

how do you know she wasn't shot?

Because she was there.

My daughter is innocent.

She's protecting me. He's protecting her.

She followed me to the apartment.

Too late.

Sit down.

Jerry met Miss Bartelli in the course

of his dry cleaning business.

Met and was conquered.

My grandchild was about to be born.

At that time, I visited with the lady

and begged her to cut it out.

She refused. Jerry's romance continued

after the child was born.

Naturally, my daughter was very unhappy.

I visited Miss Bartelli a second time.

Useless.

Last night, I visited the lady again.

The lady was very abusive.

At the best, I am not a happy man,

but the years bring you discipline.

She made me break that discipline.

I took her...

Sit down, Bartelli.

Oh, anything can happen in this heat

and it happened.

And yet I felt calm and satisfied,

as if I did the right thing.

That woman's heart was made of ice.

She made people suffer. People I love.

Maybe you won't believe it,

but I murdered her for love.

Statistics tell us...

Oh, I forgot what they tell us.

Then I picked up the boy.

Innocence personified.

I tried to chase him away.

He wouldn't go. So I had to tag along.

Every hour it got more involved.

Myself I could have saved a dozen times,

but not at that boy's expense.

Between you and me

and the lamppost, captain...

...happiness is no laughing matter.

No. No. No, don't cry, Helen.

Jerry, take her home.

You earned the right tonight.

Cherish her. Cherish anyone who loves

the unselfish way she does.

Yeah. Yeah.

We'll be back this afternoon.

Better lock him up.

Release the boy now.

He has a bus to catch.

June, he's a very fine character.

He'll give you real incentive.

Pack your bag. Move closer to him.

Go back to Norfolk together.

- Take a later bus.

- Yes.

Push through the daily shell shock

of life together.

Go ahead.

Imagine, at my age,

to have to learn to play a harp.

Mr. Bartelli.

It's terrible what happened, all of it.

So no hard feelings.

What's the matter? Afraid you hurt him?

I didn't hit him enough.

I should've hit him more.

It'll have to wait, character.

We've got a bus to catch.

- To Norfolk?

- Mm-hm.

Home.

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