Mildred Pierce Page #11

-Did l? Then l must have been drinking.

-Listen.

You don't think l could love

a rotten tramp like you, do you?

Mildred!

Veda. What's happened?

lt's Monte. He's dead.

He said horrible things.

He didn't want me around anymore.

He told me to get out. Then he laughed

at me. He wouldn't stop laughing.

l told him l'd kill him.

He said l didn't have guts enough.

l didn't mean to do it.

l didn't mean to, l tell you.

But the gun kept going off

over and over again.

Then he was lying there.

Looking at me, just looking at me.

You've got to help me.

Give me money to get away. And time.

l've got to get away

before they find him.

l can't get you out of this, Veda.

What are you going to do?

What are you going to do?

-Number, please.

-Give me the police.

No. No, Mother. Think what

will happen if they find me.

-Think what will happen.

-l don't care anymore.

Yes, you do. Yes, you do.

Give me another chance.

lt's your fault as much as mine.

-Santa Monica Police. O'Grady speaking.

-Help me, Mother.

-Just this once!

-Hello?

-l'll change. l promise l will.

-Hello?

Give me another chance.

lt's your fault l'm the way l am!

-Santa Monica Police Department.

-Help me.

Hello?

l thought maybe, in a way, it was

my fault. So l tried to help her.

-l wanted to take the blame for it.

-Not this time, Mrs. Beragon.

This time your daughter pays

for her own mistake.

Okay, book her.

Darling, l'm sorry.

l did the best l could.

Don't worry about me, Mother.

l'll get by.

See that those others are released.

We need some fresh air.

lt looks like a nice morning.

You can go now.

We'll call you when we want you.

You know, Mrs. Beragon, there are

times when l regret being a policeman.

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