Marnie Page #5

Wouldn't you change your name?

Oh, what's the use? Why should I even

try to make you understand?

I'm not only trying to understand you,

I'm trying to believe you!

- Why?

- Because, damn it, I want to!

Can you understand that?

Here you are, folks.

Mark?

The reasons for what I did

at Rutland's,

they were so mixed up,

what I wanted to say before.

I needed to get away, can't you see?

Away from Rutland's.

Don't you understand?

Things were - We were -

So we were.

Was that any reason to run away?

Yes. I thought it was time

I got out before I got hurt.

I mean, why try to kid myself?

- Are you called Margaret?

- Marnie.

- Oh, God, Mark, if you let me go -

- I can't let you go, Marnie.

Somebody's got to take care of you

and help you. I can't turn you loose.

If I let you go, I'm criminally

and morally responsible.

Then what -

Marnie. Yeah, that suits you.

Alright, Marnie,

this is how it's gonna be.

I'm driving you back to Philadelphia.

Tonight we'll go to the house.

Tomorrow you'll go to Rutland's.

You'll see that Susan's key finds

its way back into her purse.

How can I go back to Rutland's?

You' re covered. I replaced the money.

When I called yesterday

and found you'd pulled out,

I knew instantly what had happened.

So I went to Rutland's

and checked Ward's safe.

Figured the loss and replaced it.

Then I set out to find you.

Remember at the races

when you were hot about Telepathy?

You'd said you'd watched him

training as a two-year-old.

That's all I had to go on,

so I looked him up,

and found he'd been bred by

a Colonel Marston of Virginia.

I phoned Marston and asked him

if anyone there had horses for hire.

He gave me the names of three.

Yesterday I drove up to the plains,

checked out the stables. No luck.

But at the last place, the man said

why didn't I try Garrod's

over by Middleburg?

(Waitress) You folks be sure

and come back now.

Why are you taking me

back to Wykwyn?

Because I don't trust you

not to run away.

How can I run away?

You have the receipt,

the post office key,

- my name.

- Margaret Edgar.

You sure that's

all the name you have?

You sure you haven't misplaced an old

husband or two in your travels?

I told you I've never been married.

- Near misses?

- No!

And no lovers, no steadies, no beaus,

no gentlemen callers, nothing!

OK. Eat up.

- Mark, I'd like to go freshen up.

- Uh-uh.

You're fresh enough. Come on.

You know, I can't believe you, Marnie.

There must've been a great

many men interested in you.

I didn't say men weren't interested

in me. I wasn't interested in them.

- Never?

- No!

That is... not until -

- Why me?

- Because you were different, Mark.

It won't wash, Marnie.

But it's true! I really liked you.

Yes, I think you did.

But don't try to make it sound

like any more than that.

When we get home,

I'll explain that we had a lover's

quarrel. That you ran away.

That I went after you

and brought you back.

That'll please Dad. He admires action.

Then I ' ll explain that we' re gonna be

married before the week is out,

therefore you should stay on at Wykwyn.

That I can't bear to

have you out of my sight.

He also admires wholesome animal lust.

We'll be married just

as soon as the law allows.

We'll catch an outbound boat.

Where do you want to go?

- You ever been to the South Seas?

- What are you trying to pull?

I'm trying to pull... a proposal.

Let's see, how shall I phrase it?

- How ' bout:
Will you be mine?

- You're crazy!

- You're out of your mind!

- That's a possibility.

The name. Marnie. Yes, I'll just go on

calling you Marnie.

That's easily explained. Pet name.

But the Taylor.

We'll just have to marry you off

as Mary Taylor. It's perfectly legal.

You can sign yourself Minnie Q Mouse

on a marriage licence,

you're still legally married.

But you know what I am.

I ' m Minnie Q Thief!

I'm - I'm a thief and a liar!

It seems to be my misfortune to have

fallen in love with a thief and a liar.

In love?

Oh, Mark, if you love me,

you'll let me go.

Just let me go, Mark, please.

Mark, you don't know me.

Listen to me, Mark. I am not like

other people. I know what I am!

I doubt that you do, Marnie.

We'll just have to deal with

whatever it is that you are.

Whatever you are, I love you.

It's horrible, I know.

But I do love you.

You don't love me.

I'm just something you've caught!

You think I'm some kind

of animal you've trapped.

That's right, you are.

And I've caught something

really wild this time, haven't I?

I've tracked you and caught you,

and by God, I'm gonna keep you!

Oh, and, Marnie, when we get home,

no cute ideas about absconding

with the Wykwyn silver.

Just get a grip on yourself

for one short week

and after that

you can take legal possession.

Like you?

Like you take legal possession?

Yes, if you want to put it that way.

Somebody's gotta take on the

responsibility for you, Marnie.

And it narrows down to a choice of

me or the police, ol' girl.

- Indispensable.

- (Rutland Chuckling)

Ah, Cousin Bob, I almost forgot.

Do you have the old necessary?

Have fun, my dear.

Traveller's checks in this.

Letter of credit in this.

Thanks, old man. Will you see about

having my car picked up at the airport?

Bob is our banking cousin.

A very handy fellow.

Take care, Lil.

We'll send you a noble savage.

- Goodbye, Dad.

- Bye, Mark.

Thank you, Dr Gillian. Without you

it wouldn't have been legal.

It's been a pleasure.

(Rutland) Let's go finish the champagne

and cake before they spirit it away.

Really splendid cake, you know?

I attended to that myself.

I've made the acquaintance

of one of those

excellent Horn and Hardart executives.

That engagement ring must

have been at least five carats.

Six and a half.

Blue-white. Perfect stone.

His mother left

perfectly good jewellery.

It's just sitting there at the bank.

He wanted her to have something

that had never belonged to anyone else.

But six and a half carats!

And cashing in a bond

to pay for a ring.

But he didn't pay for it.

He charged it.

I helped him pick it out.

It cost $42,000... plus tax.

Did you say $42,000?

The man's deranged.

You know what he did to me

last Saturday?

He came out to the club

waving a check for $7,000,

and insisted that I break up

my golf game, go in and open the bank,

and hand over to him $7,000.

Then he drew out -

Well, let ' s just say, enough to pay for

this trip, plus the letter of credit.

He cashed that very nice bond

against my advice,

made me get him the money.

Ten thousand in small bills.

And when I asked him

why he wanted $10,000

in small bills, he said,

"Well, old man, I'm being blackmailed,

and they specified small bills. "

I know that most people

find Mark's humour charming.

I do not. There is nothing charming

about running through -

Including the unpaid bill for a ring,

approximately $70,000 in one week.

A $6,000 or $7,000

South Seas honeymoon,

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