I Wake Up Screaming Page #6

- Of course.

You know, I'm not sure I like being just

another member of the Lonely Hearts Club.

You might do better by looking up

the advertisements.

"Bachelor, $75,000,

with two glass eyes."

The trouble with you is you pretend

you don't care about things, but you do.

You were very upset

by Vicky's death, weren't you?

Sure. If I could find

the guy who did it...

I might save the state something

on its electricity bill.

- She was a good kid.

- Did you love her?

No. Do you think

if I had loved her...

I would've tried

to exploit her the way I did?

Vicky was pretty,

gay and amusing.

She had lots to offer, and I wanted to

put her in the right place on the map.

After all,

that's my business.

But when a man

really loves a woman...

he doesn't wanna plaster her face all over

the papers and magazines.

He wants to keep her to himself,

right in here.

[Pats Chest]

I never thought of that.

I feel like dancing now.

## [Continues]

Scrap the stuff about the Japanese

spy with a Kodak and run this:

"What sister of what

recently murdered girl...

is stepping out

with the dead girl's boyfriend?

Dancing on the grave,

I call it.

The murderer

has yet to be found."

- You dance well.

- Vicky said I was terrible.

Well, dancing-

It sort of depends.

Yes, I-I know.

How'd you like your

first New York nightclub?

Oh, it was wonderful.

Especially the dancing.

Thanks. Where would

you like to go now?

It's pretty late.

Where do you usually go?

If I told you,

you'd laugh.

Go ahead.

I could use a good laugh.

- I go swimming.

- Swimming? Where?

The Lido Plunge. You see,

when I was a kid on the East Side...

it used to be the biggest

adventure of my life...

whenever I could save up

a quarter and go to the Lido.

I never got enough of it.

So, now that I'm in the chips...

I go swimming

every chance I get.

[Chuckling]

Anyway, it's healthy.

If you've got an extra quarter on you,

I'd like to go along.

- Are you kidding?

- No.

You're on.

- Hello.

- Ouch. You hurt my eyes.

- Thanks, mister.

- Madame, could I interest you in a nice cold swim?

Funny, I was just going

to ask you that.

Swell. Let's go.

Well, how do you like

the old swimming hole?

- Wet and wonderful.

- This is my idea of real luxury.

You know, if I ever

inherit a gold mine...

I'll have a swimming pool

in every room...

and you can swim

in all of 'em.

Do you tell that to every girl

you bring down here?

So help me, I never

brought a girl here in my life!

- Hi, Frankie!

- Hello.

- Well, here we are.

- It's been a wonderful evening.

Thanks.

You've been swell.

Frankie, will you

come upstairs a minute?

There's something of Vicky's

I know she'd want you to have.

Sure.

It's a note you wrote

to Vicky.

I found it among her things

before the police arrived.

"Dear Vicky, after what

you did last night...

the sooner

you're out of the way"-

- Did I write that?

- It's your signature.

Well, it was after

that ride together.

What she said, it-

it was so unfair to you.

I know what you meant,

but I don't think anybody else would.

Why didn't you

turn this in?

I didn't know until tonight.

It was when we were dancing.

I suddenly understood the letter

and a lot of other things besides.

[Cornell] I'd like to have a look at

that letter, if you don't mind.

"Dear Vicky, after what

you did last night...

the sooner you're out of

the way, the better."

Nice of you

to put in writin'.

All right, Murphy.

You wait in the hall.

I knew you were

holdin' somethin' back.

You're the Mona Lisa type.

I can spot 'em a mile away.

- Oh!

- Jill!

- [Door Slams]

- Well, here we are, Frankie.

I've looked forward to

this moment for a long time.

- You're trying to frame me.

- I don't have to frame you.

You frame yourself.

How about this little note?

Anybody might've written

a note like that. I was burned up.

Well, you're gonna have plenty of time

to cool off before I'm through with you.

I found these in your room.

Exhibit "A,"

one pair of brass knuckles.

And Vicky was hit behind the ear with a weapon

the size of a fist, only much harder.

It's a frame.

You're trying to frame me!

You planted those, you-you-

[Groans]

"A frame."

That's what they all say.

Murphy saw me take those knuckles

from your bureau drawer.

[Frankie]Jill, you don't believe

all this stuff, do you?

What does it matter

what she believes?

What does it matter

what she believes?

You're like a rat in a box

without any holes.

Well, they're gonna make a hole for you,

Mr. Handsome Harry...

filled with quicklime-

You shouldn't have done that, Jill.

It makes you an accomplice.

Quick, through the kitchen.

There's a doorway leading to the hall.

Go on.

Leave the cop to me.

Quick, Officer!

He's trying to escape!

He went through

the bedroom!

Sorry for being so slow, but I don't do this

sort of thing very often.

- You're going great.

- I hope the man doesn't mind our using his things.

I'll leave him

a note of apology.

[Sawing Continues]

- You're a great sport, Jill.

- You're not so bad yourself.

- Why did you do it?

- I don't know.

But when I saw you standing there so helpless

and that big fathead bullying you...

I just had to hit something.

Is that the only reason?

No.

I guess Vicky was right

about us, wasn't she?

- Glad?

- [Sawing Stops]

What do you think?

Frankie, we've got to get out

of this town as fast as we can.

Are you sure you wanna

go through with it?

You know, it isn't very much fun

being married to a hunted man.

I don't mind.

Besides, most married men

have a hunted look anyway.

Frank!

First thing we gotta do in the morning

is get some money.

I've got some laid away

in a safe deposit box downtown.

- There'll be watching there, won't they?

- Not this one.

I put it away

under my original name.

[Mouths Words]

Frank, you're not really a crook, are you?

Of course not. I took the name Christopher

because it's easy to spell.

- What's your real name?

- I hate to tell you.

You've got to tell me

if I'm gonna use it.

Okay. Botticelli.

Botticelli.

Mrs. Botticelli.

Why, that's not bad at all.

What are we going

to do in the meantime?

I'm going to show you how to play

hide-and-seek in the big city.

- ##[Film:
Piano]

- [Snoring]

- [Sighs] Frankie?

- Yes?

How many times

do we have to see this?

Don't tell me you're getting

tired of it already?

- I'm just beginning to get warmed up.

- [Sighs]

Nobody seems to be particularly interested

in it except you.

[Snoring Continues]

Probably waiting

for the revolution.

Put your shoes on, sister.

If I had to see that picture once more,

I think I'd rather give myself up.

I don't blame you.

Now, listen.

I want you to wait for me in the public library

until I get the money.

- Why can't I come with you?

- I think it's better that we

separate for the time being.

- You'll be safer there.

- [Scoffs] What makes you think that's safe?

Nobody in their right mind

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