In This Our Life Page #7

- So are you.

Oh, I know you go to church on Sundays

but you aren't fooling me.

- And you probably aren't fooling God.

- Oh...

Now, come on, Uncle William. Admit it.

And save us both the trouble of pretending.

Stanley. Ha-ha-ha.

You're the limit.

Say, you know,

I'm feeling better already.

How about a drink?

- You wouldn't dare.

- Oh, wouldn't I?

- No.

- You'll see. I'll show you.

You've got to pamper

that delicate stomach of yours.

My stomach's as good as yours.

It's those doctors.

The idea of your being sick. When

your time comes, you'll die violently.

Like as not,

somebody's husband will shoot you.

Uncle, that little glass.

I told you, you were afraid.

Oh, I am?

Say...

...maybe you're trying to get rid of me.

One of my heirs, you know?

Blessed if I'd put it past you.

- Kill the goose that lays the

golden eggs? - Oh... Ha-ha-ha.

- Goose.

- Not on your life.

That's marvelous.

Let's sit over here.

I haven't laughed so much since...

Well, not since before you went away.

Here's to us.

Uncle, dear, what are you leaving me

in your will?

- You little devil.

- No, come on, tell me. How much?

When you ran off with Peter,

I cut you off. Every cent.

Was it moral indignation? Or jealousy?

It was what you deserved.

Come on, let's not pretend. I've got as

much right to your money as you have.

- What?

- You cheated my father out of it.

- I did no such thing. That was business.

- That's just a nice name for it.

When you went into business,

he had the money and you didn't.

When you finished with him,

you had the money and he didn't.

- What do you call that? I call it smart.

- You rascal. Ha-ha-ha.

- Did your father tell you how I did it?

- No. How?

Well, I got him to sink every cent

in new machinery.

I saw the Depression coming

and he didn't.

Tobacco prices went to pot.

And there he was out on a limb.

But you were partners.

Why weren't you out on the limb?

I was. But not on the same limb.

At the receivership sale, I got someone to

bid on the shooting match, dirt cheap.

Then I built up the business

to what your father never dreamed of.

I gave him a decent job in the factory

and that's that.

Uncle William, you are wonderful.

I never knew what you saw in Peter.

Or Craig either for that matter.

No gumption, either of them.

No one else around.

They're not up to us, Stanley.

Not a blessed one of them.

What we want, we go after.

And what we go after, we get.

There's nothing worth getting here.

Not in this place.

What are you hatching up

in that head of yours?

Uncle, dear, I'm so unhappy.

I wanna get away from here

just as soon as I can.

You'll make a trip? A vacation?

For longer than that. I wanna live

somewhere, I can't stand it here.

You'll get over that. Give yourself time.

No, I won't. You don't know what this

means to me. I'll go mad if I stay here.

Nonsense.

You can't keep running away from life.

You've got the courage. Stay and face it.

Oh, I'm not afraid. It's not that.

I don't care what people say.

I'm just bored.

And it's horrible to be bored.

You're a spoiled child

and ought to be spanked.

- Well...

- I'm not gonna spoil you anymore.

- And you're not going away again.

- Uncle, dear. Just this one thing.

I'll do anything else in the world. But I

won't give you money to go away with.

But why? I don't understand.

You're not telling me the reason.

All right.

I'll tell you.

I'm lonely, that's why.

It's bad enough to be old.

It's worse to be lonely.

When you ran off with Peter,

I was miserable.

And you're not running off again.

Don't leave me, Stanley.

Come here and live with us.

That'll be a change for you.

You can live in this fine house.

And we'll do lots of things together.

We'll make trips.

Anything you want. Anything.

No. No. I won't. I won't stay here.

You're like all the rest of them.

You don't care what happens to me.

- No one cares what happens to me.

- Stanley, come back.

- No. No.

- Stanley.

- Miss Stanley's here.

- Miss Stanley?

- Yes, sir.

- Very well.

Come in, Stanley.

Thank you.

Hello, Craig.

What can I do for you?

My, how very formal.

- May I sit down?

- Yes, please.

Craig, I've got a favor to ask of you.

Would you explain this to me?

It's Peter's.

Well, it's very simple.

It's an insurance policy.

Making you beneficiary for the sum

of $ 1000 a year after his death.

Yes, I know that, Craig. But can I borrow

any money on it before the year's over?

- Lf it's urgent.

- I want the money to go away.

I'm wretched here.

No one will help me,

not even Uncle William.

- That's why I came to you.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Stanley.

I didn't realize you were so unhappy.

No one knows

what I've been through, Craig.

Oh, I know it's mostly my own fault.

But that doesn't make it

any easier, does it?

I understand.

Well, I'll see the bank this afternoon.

See if I can't arrange a loan

on your policy.

Oh, that's very kind of you, Craig.

You're the only one

who's been sympathetic.

And I guess you've got more reason

than anyone else not to be.

Well...

...it's all over now.

- Then we're still friends?

- Of course.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Craig, have dinner with me

somewhere tonight.

Please, I've got a reason.

- I don't think we'd better, Stanley.

- Why not?

You're afraid, aren't you?

Afraid of yourself.

Afraid of what you might feel

if you let yourself go.

Why don't you admit the truth, Craig?

You've never gotten over me,

you never will.

You'd like to put your arms

around me right now.

You'd like to kiss me, won't you?

That's the truth, isn't it?

Well, if you are not afraid,

you can prove it.

I'll meet you at the Southside Tavern

at 7:
00 tonight.

And since you're so businesslike

these days.

Seven o'clock.

Southside Tavern.

Stanley.

I'll be waiting for you.

This is the start

of the final round in this great fight...

...between two boys battling for the title.

Brown throws a wild right

at Callahan and misses.

Callahan sure with a left

to the chin of Brown.

Hey, lady. Do you mind?

Callahan countering

with a hard right to Brown's mouth.

- Who's winning?

- The dame.

Callahan follows him across the ring,

landing a long, looping left to Brown's head.

- I'd like another drink.

- Brown bounces off the ropes...

...stings Callahan with a short...

- Haven't you a clock?

- What time is it?

- Throwing punches wildly.

I make it 7:
30.

- Of a great battle

between two game boys...

...who have given everything they have

from the start of this fight.

That, folks, winds up our program

from the stadium tonight.

And we don't even know who won.

Imagine a dame like that.

- I hope she breaks her neck.

- I'll drink to that one.

- Good morning.

- Are you Mrs. Stanley Kingsmill?

- No, she's my sister.

- I'm Inspector Millett of the 7th Precinct.

I've been sent to ask your sister

a few questions.

- Please come in.

- Thank you.

I wonder if you'd mind

asking me instead.

- You see, my sister hasn't been very well.

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