In This Our Life Page #10

- Roy.

- Please don't say anything.

I already know.

What do you know?

The way you feel about her.

You thought it was all over,

but it wasn't.

It's still in you, like an old fever.

I was just the cool nurse

who sat beside you...

...and stroked your head

until the spell was over.

Then you thought you needed me.

Roy.

I do need you.

And I'm going to go on

needing you as long as I live.

Police station, operator.

- Good evening...

- Where's my uncle?

Mr. Fitzroy is in the drawing room.

Doctor and Mrs. Fitzroy are in the library.

Uncle.

Uncle.

Uncle, dear.

I've done a dreadful thing.

That accident, it wasn't Parry.

I did it.

They've found out

and they're gonna tell the police.

And they'll send me to prison.

Prison, Uncle.

Oh, it was an awful thing. I know that.

But I didn't mean to hurt anybody

and it just happened.

And then I was so upset,

I didn't know what I was doing.

Uncle, I don't want Parry punished.

Maybe you could fix it

so that he'd get out of prison...

...and then I wouldn't have

to go to the police. I can't face it.

You're the only one who can save me.

The only one in the world.

I'll do anything you say.

Just tell me what to do.

Uncle, I'll come and live here.

I'll take care of you. I'll make you laugh.

Remember how we laughed

the other night? Oh, we'll have fun.

We'll do anything, anything you want.

Uncle, dear, why don't you answer me?

Why don't you say something?

Uncle, what's the matter with you?

Six months at the outside.

That's all he gives me.

Six months.

- What are you talking about?

- Only six months to live.

- That's what the doctor said.

- Maybe the doctor's wrong.

There isn't time. They may be on their way

to the district attorney's office.

Call him up, Uncle.

He'll listen to you. Say anything.

Just so they don't arrest me.

But I'm going to die,

don't you understand?

- I'm going to die.

- All right, so you're going to die.

You're an old man. You've lived your life.

I haven't lived mine. Mine's hardly begun.

Think of me, Uncle. Think what'll happen

to me if you don't get me out of this.

You're not even listening.

You don't care

what happens to me anymore.

You'd let me go to prison. All you're

thinking of is your own miserable life.

Well, you can die for all I care. Die!

Boy, look at her travel.

Officer Fallon reporting a wreck

on Revere Boulevard.

A woman driving a car at high speed

failed to make a sharp turn.

Crashed through a fence and down a hill.

License number, 24769.

Two-four-seven-six-nine.

- Is she dead?

- Yeah, she's dead.

Why, that's the Timberlake girl.

We've been looking for her.

No, on another charge.

Yes?

Oh, I see.

Yes, I'll make all arrangements.

- Craig, if she's arrested we can...

- No.

It's out of our hands.

There's nothing more we can do.

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