One Girl's Confession Page #5

-Now, who did you kill?

-My employer, Mr. Damitrof.

I don't know his first name,

but his girlfriend calls him Puffy.

He has a little bar on Franklin Beach.

-Well, where does he live?

-He doesn't live. I told you, I killed him.

I mean, what's his address?

The Shangri-La Hotel on Jackson Avenue,

I think.

That's where I killed him this morning,

between 4:
00 and 5:00.

Give me the Shangri-La on Jackson.

Go ahead, sit down.

Shangri-La?

Do you have a man named Damitrof living...

I mean, registered at your place?

Yeah. Well, can you give me his apartment?

Hello.

This is the police.

Is this Mr. Damitrof's apartment?

Is it true that he was murdered?

Wait, I'll let you talk to the body.

-For you. The police.

-The police? Hello.

Yes, that's me. Dragomie Damitrof.

What? Am I dead?

I've got your killer right here in front of me.

Well, if you say so, then I've got to

believe you. Sorry to have bothered you.

Now listen, you screwy little lady.

Either you lay off that bad liquor,

or we'll put you in jail.

You mean you really talked to him?

He's alive?

Now you get out of here, but quick,

before I change my mind.

Tell me, what happened?

I don't know.

You must have turned in your sleep,

and when you fell,

you cut your face on an empty bottle.

I was in the bathroom and when I came out,

there you were, on the floor.

You see. Empty bottles are very dangerous.

From now on, no empty bottles in my house.

So he's alive,

and I, a fool, gave away the money.

The money! My money!

Smooch!

-Yes, what do you want?

-I asked you an hour ago for a drink.

No drink.

If you want a glass of fresh water, all right.

Water. When I get up, remind me to kill you.

Sister Alberta! Sister Alberta!

Look! Look!

Sure. I knew it was you. How are you, Mary?

-Hello, Mr. Damitrof.

-How do you feel?

-Fine. Just fine.

-You look wonderful. It's a nice dress.

-$7.50.

-On you, it looks like $8.50.

It's hot, huh? What is it? This here?

I played with a kitten.

It scratched me. Little beast.

You still angry with me?

-Why should I be angry?

-Well, I can understand it.

I behaved badly, I lost my temper,

but you were so right.

Why should you trust me, a no-good guy,

a gambler?

-What are you going to do now?

-I don't know.

Well, if you want to work for me, any time.

I'm re-opening next Saturday.

The place will be newly decorated.

The prices will go up, of course.

Say, how about working for me

as a hostess? That's an idea.

That would be wonderful.

You're so nice, Mr. Damitrof.

Someday, should you trust me more,

then you can tell me

the right place where the money is hidden,

and I get it for you.

No reward, of course. I don't need it now.

I'm afraid you'll laugh.

I gave the money away for charity.

-That's a good one.

-I told you you would laugh.

Mary! So happy to see you well again.

Going out on a fishing trip.

How about you coming with me?

It'll do you good.

Come on, be a sport.

I've got fresh hamburgers, cold beer,

a phonograph with beautiful records

and a shawl to put around your shoulders

when the wind starts blowing. I love you.

What do you think, Mr. Damitrof?

Should I go?

-Mary, come on.

-Well, I'd like to say

what can you expect from him?

I've my Cadillac waiting here.

We can go somewhere, have a few drinks,

go to the races,

but I think you are a nice girl.

You deserve something more solid, huh?

I think you should go. Wait!

I'm too generous.

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