Julie Page #3

She sent for me.

Oh, yeah, straight down

and to your right.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

Julie.

Cliff, it's true.

It's all true.

Yes. Yes,

I understand that.

He's talking to

the police in Palo Alto.

Yes, naturally.

Oh, naturally.

Well, I guess

that about does it.

Well thank you very much. Good-bye.

What did he say?

Mrs. Benton, you must understand

that once a case is closed,

you have to come up with some

pretty substantial evidence

before the police

will reopen it again.

That applies anywhere- -

New york, London, Hong Kong or Palo Alto.

But he admitted it.

Is that enough for you?

He admitted it to me!

Of course, Mrs. Benton, you realize we

only have your word for that.

You haven't provided us

with a bit of direct evidence

or even one

corroborating witness.

On the other hand,

I just talked to the chief up there.

And he told me that the matter was

thoroughly investigated at the time.

Can they be wrong?

Can they?

That's possible. Still,

they seem completely satisfied

that the man took

his own life.

I'm afraid our hands

are pretty much tied.

Oh, by the way,

I'm Sergeant Cole.

Cliff Henderson.

This is

Detective Pope.

At best, it would just be Mrs.

Benton's word against his.

Surely you can see that.

Besides, the law doesn't allow a wife

to testify against her own husband.

So she's dead on that score alone.

But you're not even going

to question the man?

May I

see you a moment?

Oh, sure.

Be right back.

I know he did it.

I know it.

Julie, I know it seems incredible

but you've got to try to see their point

of view. What can the police do?

The sergeant

will be right here.

He's questioning

your husband now.

He's here?

Yes. He came

of his own volition.

He'll deny everything,

of course.

Well, there you are. I know a lot of fellas

that make some pretty wild threats

if they get

teed off enough,

including mayhemor murder,

and anything that happens to pop into their head...

This isn't

just a threat.

Look, if we called in every guy

who threatened his wife,

We'd need a jail the

size of the Pentagon.

We're not talking about threats- this man

committed a murder- he admitted it to his wife.

Then there are

vindictive women.

They'll make up anything

to get back at some man.

I assure you, Mrs. Benton

is telling the truth.

But can she prove it? And, of course,

the burden of proof is on her.

As a matter of fact,

Mr. Benton has some pretty

fancy accusations of his own.

Accusations?

What accusations?

About you

and Mrs. Benton.

Well, that's ridiculous.

He says your accusations

are ridiculous.

How 'bout the car, that wild ride in the car

yesterday? Did you tell them about that?

Yes. I told them everything.

Well, what does it prove?

He emphatically denies

this car business,

even denies threatening

you last night.

And you accept his denial? You're not going

to do anything about it- anything at all?

We can't arrest

a man on the grounds

of an uncorroborated

verbal threat.

Couldn't you cross-question him?

Get at the truth, you know how. That's your job.

What about the lie detector?

Even if we put him in jail,

some lawyer would have

him out of there in two minutes flat.

And he could sue us

for false arrest in the bargain.

Obviously, we can't

place a guard over her

24 hours a day, even if we were

allowed to.

In fact, we've barely enough men

to handle our regular work.

Come on, Julie.

Come on.

It's hopeless.

Julie...

you're making

a mistake...

a terrible mistake.

We're getting you

out of town, but fast.

There's no telling

what he'll do now.

The next flight isn't till 4:10.

I looked it up, just in case.

The first thing we'll have to do is latch onto a car.

I don't have one.

I hitched a ride from San

Francisco with some friends.

Hello!

The taxi driver told me

I could rent a car here

and deliver it back in San Francisco.

Is that right?

Sure.

How soon can we get going?

Well, sir, I just have to write up the contract.

Make it 10 bucks if

you in 4 minutes flat.

Oh, thanks, mister.

Thanks.

Hey, pull out the Plymouth. Get it

ready on the double!

I'm sorry

I spoiled your weekend.

That's all right. I had

to go back tonight anyhow.

Starting a new mining

project tomorrow up at Lodi.

Your name

Mrs. Lyle Benton?

Somebody wants you

on the phone.

Hello?

Please, can you hurry?

Your driver's license,

sir?

I'm writing as fast as I can, lady.

I only got two hands.

He must have checked

all over the airports,

bus depots,

the works.

Now let me see, is this

your present address?

Yeah, yeah.

So he finds us here.

What can he possibly do?

How long will it take?

If you've got an oil company card,

you can charge it, you know.

Here we go.

Please hurry!

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

I'm almost done.

There you go.

Now, you want to sign

right down there.

All right. Here.

Hey, check the gas, will you?

Never mind that, we'll have to take a chance.

Do you have to

do that?

How else can we check the mileage?

Does that alley lead

to the street?

Yes, sir.

Cliff made it back

to San Francisco

in less than two hours.

He didn't want to risk

Lyle catching up with us.

We went directly

to the most crowded hotel in the city.

I'd like a room

for Mrs. Bowers, please.

Cliff even insisted I sign the register

under an assumed name.

I'll take the key.

That's all right.

I have it. Thank you.

He took every precaution.

Now, Julie, believe me,

you can't be too careful.

Oh, I know, Cliff,

but what about tomorrow

and the next day, and the next day?

And the day after that?

Hey, get ahold of yourself.

Maybe if you had dinner,

You wouldn't feel

so black.

No. I'm not hungry. Thank you.

Uh, tell ya what, how about settling

for a drink instead?

All right.

I'll be right down.

10 bucks if you make it

in 4 minutes flat.

Thanks, mister. Thanks.

And I really mean it,

Cliff.

Julie...

Julie, don't call

any of your friends.

Nobody must know

where you are.

All right.

I'll be right down.

Hello?

Hello.

Mrs. Bowers?

Yes.

Monterey calling. Just

a minute, please.

Hello.

Shh.

Darling.

Julie...

Julie,

you're going to die.

How did you find me?

Darling, you can't

get away from me,

no matter how many times

you change your name,

no matter how many places you go,

no matter what.

Lyle, you're insane.

Maybe...

on one subject...

one only.

You.

What did I do? What?

Nothing. Just wait

for it to happen.

You'll never know when

that's going to be, Julie.

It was Lyle.

Huh?

Cliff, he said he wants

to kill me, and he means it.

You talked to Lyle?

Just now on the phone.

He called you?

He called me from Monterey.

How does he know that I'm here?

That's

a good question.

Cliff, I'm so scared. Let's go.

Easy. He must have phoned

some local detective agency,

worked through them.

If he took a plane,

he'd be here

in less than an hour.

Wait a minute, I've got it.

He knew darn well we'd head for San Francisco.

After all we both live here.

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