Evelyn Prentice Page #5

Wife drops romance overboard.

There was nothing wrong in those,

they were innocent.

- Why are you here?

- Nothing is safe with a man like you.

That's the most sensible observation

you've made.

If I don't give you $ 15,000,

you'll show those letters to my husband?

- Right.

- Very well. Do as you like.

Wait a minute, wait just a minute.

Let me read you one.

The one you wrote after you scurried out

of my apartment.

Maybe it will changed your mind.

Here we are.

One, two, three. Heh.

Worth 5000 bucks apiece.

If you pardon my mentioning money.

"Dear Larry,

please don't try to reach me again.

The greatest kindness you can do me...

...is to help me forget

that yesterday ever happened."

You know what I meant.

Sure I know what you meant.

But who'll believe what you meant?

"And I can't tell you how deeply I regret

having gone to your apartment."

How is that, huh?

Larry, give me those letters.

Give me those letters.

Sure.

I meant to give them to you all along.

Thought I might teach you a lesson.

Might make you more discreet next time.

What is it they say?

Only women and fools write letters.

Evelyn?

Yes, dear?

Oh, there you are.

Can you stand an awful shock?

Turn up the lights, sweetheart.

Your passport photo.

Oh.

And this is your husband.

Will you tell me why it is...

...that people always look like

convicts on those passport photos?

What's the matter, dear?

Aren't you feeling well?

I have a headache.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

But how did you get that cut

on your lip?

Oh, uh...

The car door swung back.

It struck me.

I don't like that.

Evelyn, did you hear the...?

- Oh, hello, John.

- Hi, Amy.

Darling, I'll get you a nice cocktail.

It'll be good for you.

- Shall I bring you one?

- One? Bring up the jug.

Did you hear about Lawrence Kennard?

- No, what?

- He's been murdered.

- Some girl shot him this afternoon.

- Really?

Caught her standing

over his body with a gun.

Imagine how I felt when I picked up the

paper, saw that? She's good-looking too.

- What's her name?

- Williams or something like that.

- Did you ever hear him mention her?

- No.

- Oh. That isn't her name.

- What is it, then?

Judith Wilson.

Charles, I wish you'd be

a little more careful...

...when you're driving Mrs. Prentice.

How'd she happen

to have her lip cut today?

I don't know, sir.

I didn't drive Mrs. Prentice today, sir.

You mean she drove herself?

I don't think so, sir,

car was in the garage all day.

Oh, I see.

Oh, I'll take this up, Albert.

Now, would you mix a big shakerful?

- That's all.

- Yes, sir.

I know, dear. I was shocked too.

But there's no reason for you

to be so upset, is there?

No.

No, you're quite right. Of course not.

I told him to change that frame.

It's not very becoming, do you think?

Why isn't Dorothy in bed?

What's she doing up so late?

What time is it?

Evelyn, what is the matter with you?

That girl didn't shoot him. I did.

I went to his apartment.

- He struck me, I shot him.

- What? How do you know?

I killed him.

Evelyn.

Enter the doctor.

Now, here's your medicine, dear.

This will fix you up.

Your jug will be up in a minute.

Well, see, I was just about

to leap down Charles' throat...

...about that cut on your lip there.

He tells me he didn't drive you today.

No, he didn't.

- Well, and you didn't drive yourself.

- We were in a taxi.

- Oh, you were with Evelyn?

- Oh, yes, John.

Oh, was it the driver's fault?

No, he couldn't help it.

It was just an accident.

That's too bad, darling.

- Will you be down for dinner?

- Yes, dear.

What's this? A concert at this hour?

I'll have to look into that.

I'm going to tell him.

- I can't let that girl...

- What?

I'm going to give myself up.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

Special extra! Girl kills sweetheart!

All about the Judith Wilson

murder case. Extra!

Now, look at this plan here.

What's to prevent someone going out

of those doors...

...while someone comes in

one of the others? Tell me.

But how about the motive?

Tell me that.

When a dame wants to plug a guy,

she don't need a motive.

- What has that to do with cocktails?

- Beg pardon, sir. Right away.

This Judith Wilson case, sir,

has everyone talking.

- You think she's guilty?

- Well, I'm not so sure, sir.

- Why?

- Oh, she hasn't the look, sir.

She don't sit for the flashlights.

Let's them shoot her any old way,

with her hair mussed and nose shiny.

And if she were guilty?

Don't you think she would

try to gain the favor of the public...

...by looking pretty and soft

and innocent-like?

That's a shrewd observation, Albert.

Well, that comes of serving

in your home, sir.

I wish you had the case, sir.

Albert, less flattery

and more cocktails.

Yes, sir.

- I'm afraid that we'll have to be patient.

- What happened?

They're trying the Wilson girl

in the pantry.

Say, that case has certainly caught on,

hasn't it?

Do you think she has a chance, dear?

Well, I don't know.

She's in rather a bad spot.

Farley's up for re-election, he's bearing

down on everything these days.

You can be certain he will use

his whole bag of tricks to convict her.

He'll get a lot of extra votes

and she'll probably get 20 years to life.

Oh, at last.

- Here you are, dear.

- Thank you.

Here you are, John.

And here we are, darling.

- Daddy?

- Mm.

- Yes, darling?

- I'm in trouble, terrible trouble.

Well, now,

what is the terrible trouble, old lady?

You know that vase...

...that little flowered one

Mommy likes so well?

Yes?

I broke it.

Oh, you did? Well, now.

I don't think that's such terrible trouble,

do you, Mommy?

Now, you just watch Mr. Fix-lt.

You come over here...

...and I'll show you just what we do

with vases that get broken.

We take some glue,

some good old glue...

...and we smear it

all over the edge like that.

Then we put the two pieces together

like that.

And presto, just as good as new.

Why, it's no trouble at all, is it, Mommy?

- No, darling.

- No.

Daddy and I were just talking

about a girl who is in a real trouble.

Yes.

Why doesn't her daddy help her?

I don't think she has any daddy, dear.

Couldn't our daddy help her?

Yes, dear, our daddy could.

Why don't you, Daddy?

Well, we're going to get

on a great big boat...

...and we're going all the way

across the ocean.

Do we have to go?

Well, don't you wanna go?

I don't know.

My teacher says she's sorry

I'm going away...

...because I'm doing so well

in my school.

John, we really shouldn't take Dorothy

out of school.

And we wouldn't wanna go without her,

would we?

I should say we wouldn't.

Dear, would you think me insane

if I ask you to call off this trip?

Well, this is rather sudden, isn't it?

No.

No, I've been thinking about it

for some time.

John, who will defend her?

I don't know, the court will probably

appoint...

...some overworked public defender

who'll be just a football for Farley.

- It's terrible.

- Mm. Not so good.

I wish you'd help her.

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