Laura Page #9

not for anything I did,

but for what I didn't do.

But I couldn't help myself.

I owed him too much.

I can understand that,

Laura...

but I can't understand why you've tried so

hard to protect Shelby these last few days.

I was nearly frantic for fear

you'd arrest Shelby.

I knew he wasn't guilty.

He hasn't enough courage to kill a fly.

And Waldo was doing everything

he could to incriminate him.

It was his way

of getting rid of Shelby...

just as he did Jacoby.

I must say, for a charming,

intelligent girl...

you've certainly surrounded yourself

with a remarkable collection of dopes.

Don't touch anything.

Fingerprints will be important.

I'll have the clock

picked up tomorrow.

- What are you going to do?

- Arrest Waldo.

- Mark.

- Can't be helped.

That's to make sure

you're not disturbed.

If the doorbell rings,

don't answer it.

- I'll phone you in the morning.

- Good night, Mark.

Get some sleep. Forget

the whole thing like a bad dream.

And thus,

as history has proved, love is eternal.

It has been the strongest motivation

for human actions...

throughout centuries.

Love is stronger than life.

It reaches beyond

the dark shadow of death.

I close this evening's

broadcast...

with some favorite lines

from Dowson.

"Brief Life."

"They are not long,

the weeping and the laughter...

"love and desire

and hate.

"I think they have

no portion in us...

after we pass the gate."

- Who's tailing Lydecker?

- I was going to, when he came out.

- He left five minutes ago.

- He didn't come out this way.

Must've gone out the back way.

Come on. Let's check.

"They are

not long, the days of wine and roses.

"Out of a misty dream,

our path emerges for a while...

then closes within a dream."

- That's the way it is, isn't it, Laura?

- Waldo!

You have

heard the voice of Waldo Lydecker...

by electrical transcription.

Waldo, you've taken one life.

Isn't that enough?

The best part of myself-

that's what you are.

Do you think I'm going to leave it

to the vulgar pawing...

of a second-rate detective

who thinks you're a dame?

Do you think I could bear the thought

of him holding you in his arms-

kissing you, loving you?

Laura! It's Mark.

Open the door!

- There he is now.

- Laura.!

He'll find us together, Laura...

as we always have been, as we always

should be, as we always will be.

Mark!

Good-bye, Laura.

Good-bye, my love.

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