No Man of Her Own Page #6

Yeah. Yeah,

I'd appreciate it. Thanks.

I hate to leave you alone,

Mother.

You sure you'll be all right?

Of course, I will.

Father and Josie

will be home soon, only hurry.

The operator'll call back

if they get the phone fixed.

Where do you live?

Look, don't get any funny ideas.

This wedding stopped when that

bird said we were man and wife.

I've got to know how to find

you in case anything happens.

Nothing's gonna go wrong.

If it should.

Right now, in my office.

1401 North 8th.

But I'm moving in the morning.

Since I've married money,

I'm gonna get myself

a place with class.

Some place out in your

neighborhood, for instance,

where I can keep an eye

on the kid.

Good night, Mrs. Morley.

Information? You have

a Stephen Morley listed?

No, I don't know the address.

Patrice.

Patrice.

Patrice.

Drive down North 8th.

Kind of deserted down there

this time of night.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Steve.

Get up, Steve.

Get up.

I don't wanna kill you

lying down.

This is Radio Station WXYR,

Caulfield, Illinois,

concluding another 18 hours

of broadcasting activity.

This Johnny...

Steve.

No.

- Let me in. Let me in.

- Do you hear me?

No, no.

Bill, don't come in.

What are you doing here?

Answer me.

Bill, why did you come?

Trying to get you

out of whatever this mess is.

Answer me. Why are you here?

He's dead.

I was gonna kill him,

but somebody--

Oh, Bill, you--

You didn't.

Listen to me you little fool.

It doesn't matter

who killed him right now.

Has he anything of yours?

Anything that connects you

with him?

Well-- A check. I gave him

a check tonight for 500 dollars.

What'd he do with it?

He put it in an envelope

to mail to your father.

Did he?

No. No. I married him.

That was his price, Bill.

Have you got

the wedding license?

No. He has it.

He kept it after.

Anything else?

Think. Think hard.

Well, a little black book.

It has our phone number

in it. That's all.

You're sure? Letters?

No.

Did you ever write to him?

No. No, never.

Pull yourself together.

We've gotta get out of here.

Quick.

Get home the best way you can.

I have to keep the car.

What are you going to do?

Clean up this mess,

get rid of him.

Bill, they'll catch you.

Patrice, get this through

your head.

I've gotta keep your name out

of this. If he's found here,

the whole thing will come out.

If he's found far away,

they may never connect him with

this room. He's a stranger.

There's nobody to inquire.

If they should, if they find--

It's a chance we've gotta take.

Now, shut up and get out

before somebody comes.

No. Bill, no.

I'll do anything you want,

but I won't leave you alone.

All right. Here.

I haven't time to argue.

Get the car.

It's around the corner.

When you see me come out,

bring it up to the door.

But if you see

or hear anybody, keep going.

The door. Open the door.

Get in back. I'll drive.

I told you to go home.

I'm sorry. I'll be all right

in a minute.

Take it easy.

We've been lucky so far.

Did you find the letter?

Yeah.

Everything but the check.

It's gone.

We'll worry about it

when the time comes.

There's only one bullet hole

in him.

I didn't kill him, Bill.

He was dead.

I know he was.

He was staring at me

and I suddenly realized he

was dead, but I couldn't stop.

I fired the gun

and he just kept staring at me.

His expression never changed.

I--

You've got to believe me, Bill.

You've got to believe me.

It doesn't matter, Pat.

Not to me.

What is it?

Listen. Hear it?

Stay here.

If anybody comes,

duck down in the bottom.

It's a slow freight.

Outbound.

I think they're empty

and it's coming at a crawl.

No initials.

Do you want me to--?

No. Just watch

for anybody coming.

Bill.

Get down.

Unit 4. Three twenty-two

South Oak Street.

Unit 4.

Three twenty-two

South Oak street.

See the woman about a prowler.

Unit 2. First and Main.

Unit 2 at 1 and Main.

Investigate a disturbance.

It's not in the five column.

That's stolen, I guess.

Better call out a wreckers

and I'll take a look.

Unit 3. Calling headquarters.

Come in.

Go ahead unit 3.

Hold it. Attention all units.

Officer needs help.

Shooting at 3rd and Washington.

Come on. We got a hot one.

Attention all units.

Officer needs help.

Shooting at 3rd and Washington.

They're gone.

He stayed on.

Caught on the catwalk

or whatever it is.

But his head didn't.

It came off.

Oh.

Bill?

Yes, Patrice?

You know, don't you?

That you're not Patrice.

That you're not Hugh's wife?

I think I've known that

almost from the beginning.

And you never said anything.

I was afraid I'd lose you.

That you'd walk out.

Oh, Bill.

Listen, Patrice.

Don't call me that.

Everything you call me that,

it's a lie.

No, it isn't.

It is. It is.

I'm not Patrice.

I'm an imposter.

A low--

Listen to me.

I don't care who you were

and what you've done.

I love you.

Don't you understand?

I love you.

Not a name.

No, you can't.

Not when you know.

I don't wanna know.

I don't care.

As far as I'm concerned,

you were born the day I met you.

What happened

before that doesn't exist.

The name of the girl I love

is Patrice.

She has no other name.

Oh, my darling, can't you see?

The things I've done.

Steve.

The things you did

for me tonight.

No matter how much you love me,

no matter how much I love you,

it will always be there

like a--

Like a sword hanging over us

ready to drop.

We'd never forget.

We've got to.

Mother.

She's gone, Bill.

God forgive me.

Yes?

I heard you

and Mr. William talking.

The police are coming now?

Yes.

For three months I've been

watching and waiting.

I wasn't to give you this

unless they came.

What is it?

Mrs. Harkness wrote it

the night she died.

When I got home

from my sister's,

I went up to see

if there's anything

she would be wanting.

She was lying on the floor

with her hat and coat on.

I wanted to get her to bed,

but she insisted upon writing

that letter first.

Made me swear on the Bible

I'd let nothing happen to it.

Then she sort of crumpled up.

Bill. Oh, Bill.

Bill.

Pat, what is it?

I, Grace Bennett Harkness,

knowing I'm about to die,

wish to make

the following confession.

That on the night

of February 15th,

of this year, 1949,

I shot and killed

Stephen Morley.

She couldn't have.

I cannot condone

or justify this crime.

For those who doubt my ability

to carry out this deed,

I can only answer

that one calls upon great

resources of strength

when the happiness

of those one loves

is in jeopardy.

Where did you get this?

Josie.

Your mother told her

to give it to me if the poli--

Oh, Bill, she didn't do it.

She couldn't have.

She's only trying to protect us.

What are you going to do?

Give it to them.

That's what she wanted.

No. No.

I've got to.

It's our only chance.

Do you think

I'll let you do that

to the woman who took me in?

Gave me a home?

To the only real mother

I ever had?

Patrice, I love my mother.

I loved her as much

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