Gilda Page #8

Now all we want from you

are the patents

and the agreements

bearing the signatures.

Let me tell you why we must know

who these signers are, Mr. Farrel.

So they can be prosecuted legally

for breaking the anti-trust laws.

You didn't hear a word of it, did you?

All you can think of is the way Gilda

looked at you when you struck her.

You two kids love each other

pretty terribly, don't you?

I hate her.

That's what I mean.

It's the most curious

love-hate pattern

I've ever had the privilege

of witnessing.

As long as you're as sick in the head

as you are about her,

you're not able to think about

anything clearly.

All right, Mr. Farrel.

You're under arrest for illegally

operating a gambling casino.

I'm gonna let you stay here

under protective custody.

Send for me when you can't

stand it anymore.

I intend to have those signatures.

I can out-wait you, Mr. Farrel.

You see, I have the law on my side.

It's a very comfortable feeling.

It's something you ought

to try sometime.

JOHNNY:

Eight left, 24 right, two left, 17 right.

You got that?

I've got it.

That's the combination to the safe.

There's everything in there you want,

and there's nothing that I want.

No, that's at the casino, waiting.

When you finally sent for me,

I sent for Gilda.

She's going home, you know.

Home? Clear home?

The least you could do is say goodbye

and wish her luck.

She makes her own luck.

How dumb can a man be?

Do me a favor and get out of here

before you realize

what a heel you've been.

I couldn't bear to see you break down

and feel like a human being.

I'm a very sensitive man, for a cop.

Gilda didn't do any of those things

you've been losing sleep over.

Not any of them.

It was just an act, every bit of it.

And I'll give you credit,

you were a great audience, Mr. Farrel.

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Would you like perhaps

a tiny drink of ambrosia

suitable only for a goddess?

No, thank you.

Mr. Obregon told me that the place has

been taken over by the government.

Don't think about it.

A cigarette, perhaps?

Blended of the finest tobaccos

from the most romantic places

of the world.

No, thank you.

It all looks lonely, doesn't it?

All bad things end up lonely,

little one.

I know that, don't I?

You can keep your silly epigrams

to yourself, can't you?

Hello, Uncle Pio.

I hear you're going home.

I came to say goodbye.

I want to go with you, Gilda.

Please, take me.

I know I did everything wrong.

Isn't it wonderful?

Nobody has to apologize

because we were both

such stinkers, weren't we?

Isn't it wonderful?

Wonderful.

BALLIN:

I didn't intend to come back so soon,

but I want my wife.

Johnny.

You thought I died that night,

didn't you?

I had murdered a man and thought it

simpler to disappear for a while.

I came to the house that night,

to get Gilda, to take her with me.

But I found her occupied

with you, Johnny.

I had neither the time nor

the inclination for an emotional scene.

By the time the police reached

the plane wreckage

I was gone to the launch I had waiting.

You didn't see me parachute out.

You weren't seeing very clearly

that night anyway.

Emotion is so apt to cloud the brain,

isn't it?

I intended to kill you with this,

Johnny.

I thought it amusing to have

one of my little friends kill the other.

But now, it won't do,

because I have to kill Gilda too.

I told you I'd be looking... Ah!

Gilda. Better get out of here,

Uncle Pio, quick!

You know, I'm a great cop, Mr. Farrel.

I'm certainly a pushover

for a love story.

I know the combination of the safe,

and I don't know where the safe is.

The safe, where is it?

It's in his room on the wall,

back of the desk.

Thanks. Say, haven't I seen

that cane somewhere before?

You have. You shouldn't leave things

like that lying around

where I can get my hands on them.

He's lying,

like the gentleman

I always said he was.

It was I...

Keep your mouth shut!

You two can quit being noble

anytime you like, you know.

Because a man can only die once.

And Mundson committed suicide

three months ago.

Besides, didn't you ever hear of

a thing called justifiable homicide?

Johnny, let's go home.

Let's go home.

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