If I Had a Million Page #4

Splendid.

See any road hogs,

my little fledgling?

Not yet.

Rollo! Beaver!

How did you like that,

you great snorting road hog?

Nice work, Rollo.

Here you are,

my little penguin.

Be careful, dear.

There you are, my sweets.

Put it right in there. Thank you.

- Thank you, Rollo.

- There you are.

Onward, my men!

Beaver!

Get him, Rollo!

Rollo! Rollo.

- Coming up, my dear.

- Are you hurt?

No, my little sweet potato.

Well, come on, the day is young.

We haven't finished yet.

Beaver! Get him, Rollo!

Rollo, that was a peach!

Congratulations.

Thank you, my dear.

We shall carry on until sundown.

Perhaps you'll move over the next time,

you road hog.

Look what you did to my car!

Boys, you've been very good.

Very patient.

Much obliged to you.

Rollo, pay the chaps off.

Yes, my love.

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

- Thanks.

- Good luck. Same to you.

- Thank you.

- Good luck.

- Thanks, boss.

- Good luck.

- Rollo.

- Yes, my dear? Another beaver?

- No, no. Look.

- Why not?

You can afford a new one

every day for years.

Everything clear,

my little chickadee?

All clear.

Oh, gracious!

- Are you hurt, dear?

- No, dear.

But, oh, Rollo,

look at your hat.

Yes, my sweet.

I must have it reblocked.

Oh, Rollo!

It's been a glorious day!

Yes, it has, my little mud tur...

uh, turtle dove.

And graciously remit the guilt

of my past offences.

And graciously...

Why all this?

Why don't you stop them

from killing me instead?

I don't want my soul saved.

I wanna live!

- Wallace, listen.

- Make them listen.

Ask them why

they're sending me to the chair.

Make the district attorney listen.

His soul needs saving.

He's a murderer, not me.

- Only one thing can help you now.

- A good lawyer, you mean?

Yeah.

He could've helped me.

I'm going to be killed because

I didn't have money for a good lawyer.

Did you ever hear that before?

I never handled a gun before.

They knew that.

I wasn't thinking

what a hold-up meant.

You can't think

when you're hungry.

Open her up.

Come out.

- What is it?

- Your wife's here.

Mary.

No, I can't see her.

What did she come for?

You asked for her.

The warden got her special.

- Yeah.

- This is the toughest deathwatch I've had.

What can I tell her, Father? What can I

tell her so she'll want to go on living?

Then talk about living.

Living?

Yeah.

But I wanna tell her I love her,

and I'll break up if I do that.

- What if I start to blubber?

- Well, just try hard, Wallace.

Well?

What's the good word, Mary?

John, dearest.

He's been here, hasn't he? The lawyer?

Landlady still hounding you?

The old hag.

- He has been here, hasn't he?

- Sure.

Now, keep the flat warm, kid.

Chilly place gives anybody the creeps.

Keep the gas going. There'll be money

for that, too. That's the last thing to save on.

John, he said it'd be all right,

didn't he?

Sure. And don't be

saving on food, either.

- He told you not to worry, not even now.

- Sure.

Listen. No picking up scraps or tossing off

a sandwich and getting run down, see?

- I don't like you that way.

- Cos I wouldn't know what to do, John.

- I told you it'd be all right, didn't I?

- But I couldn't stand it.

You won't have to, I said.

John, I'd never be able to forget.

Now, Mary, look here.

Let me out of here!

Let me out!

This money gives me no right

to delay execution.

- It's needless torture to tell him anything.

- Wait a minute. Has he any family?

- A wife.

- Then he has a right to see this money.

Not at all. Why can't you give it to her

yourself without his seeing?

Because it would be a great comfort to him

to know he was leaving it to her,

to know that

she was being taken care of.

- That's his right, don't you think so?

- I don't know.

What's it about?

Hey, Warden!

You can't kill me now, do you hear?

You can't kill me now!

A million, tell him.

And it's mine.

- There it is. A million dollars. I can live!

- He's got a shot in his arm!

Put it in a good bank where you're going -

a bank that's fireproof.

Take me to the warden, will you?

I gotta see him.

They can't put me through now.

I'll get a new trial and I'll get out.

Come on, take me to him.

What for?

What are you doing?

The warden's coming here, ain't he?

Well, he is, ain't he?

What are you doing this for? Hey, tell

the warden not to let Mary go away, will you?

I wanna see her again.

I wanna tell her myself.

I wanna see her face when I say,

"We're all right now, kid."

"Didn't I tell you

we'd be all right?"

Hey, you can't do that.

I'm not going to burn.

Didn't you hear what I told you? You think

I'm gonna walk out with my head shaved?

- You don't have to if you don't want to.

- Come on.

Where to?

You mean the warden, huh?

- I'm gonna get the warden, huh?

- You'll see him.

It's a new deal for me.

The right lawyer. I can pay for him now.

He can have it all if he wants it.

Mary would say so, too.

What are you doing?

I wanna go to the warden, not in there!

It's a million, I'm telling you!

I'm yelling it at you and you won't listen to me!

It's a million!

You can't do it now!

No! You can't do it now!

No! You can't do it!

Come in.

Mr Brown?

Yes?

In the guardhouse again?

You get no sympathy from me.

You can rot in there,

you double-crossing mouse.

It ain't enough that you

sneak a date with Marie. No.

You have to swipe every dollar

me and Gallagher has behind our backs.

- You'd have blown it on a dame anyway.

- Us blowing it and you blowing it is different.

Socking a sergeant just because he tried

to take your dame. A fine marine you are.

Well, he insulted Marie, that's why.

Gee, he called her "a soldier's plaything".

- Get wise, you sap. Get wise.

- Yeah, get wise to yourself, Mulligan.

A guy like me

could handle 50 of your kind and love it.

What's the use of having

a swell guardhouse like this and nobody in it?

Besides, I've got to create discipline.

Ain't that right?

- No, no.

- Yeah, it's the only thing. I always say it.

- You shouldn't have called her a plaything.

- Shut up!

- Are you going our way?

- I'm going this way.

What a coincidence!

That's the way we're heading.

The kid's all wrong.

He should know no tramp

can get away with socking a sergeant.

- Not in a million years.

- Suicide, that's what it is.

- Shooting 80,000 bucks.

- I'll take 40,000 of that.

You know, I wanna thank you

for socking the sergeant.

It makes a fella's heart feel good

to know he's got pals...

Stop. You're turning my stomach.

Do you wanna cover the other 40,000 or not?

- Yeah, keep your tears off them IOUs.

- I got it. 40,000. Shoot.

Natural.

That makes 360,000 bucks

you guys owe me.

- Shooting 40,000.

- I'll take 20.

I got 20.

You're not supposed to,

but if the captain says it's OK...

It's quite important that I see this man.

I've had very great difficulty locating him.

If it was real money, I'd hire you as butlers

and make you work it out.

That's life in the marines.

I'll take the whole works.

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