Shockproof Page #6

at his house, with him acting

like he owned you, like a husband.

And you didn't tell me yourself.

No, I had to get Monte

to check the marriage license bureaus.

It's in the record, baby. In the record.

You married him the same day I left.

You've been in love with him all the time.

I guess I have been.

Do you think I'm going to stand still

while you make a fool of yourself

over that Rover Boy,

and then take you back

when you come running to me again?

I won't be coming back, Harry.

You're so right, baby,

because you're not walking out on me.

Not for Griff Marat, not for him,

not for that fool!

I'm sorry, Harry.

I didn't want it this way, but that's it.

Do you think I give up this easily?

Do you think I'm going

to have people laughing at me?

I'll ruin him if it's the last thing I do.

You will not.

I'm just starting to see you as you really are.

You've always had to be the big shot,

the powerful one, handing out favors.

That's why you like doing things for me.

- You did all right.

- I didn't know any better then.

Do you think you can do better

with Griff Marat?

Griff is decent, and he's smart,

and he'll get places the right way.

And he's showed you up every time.

That's why you hate him. Not because of me.

- Shut up, Jenny!

- You shut up!

I'm thinking clearer these days.

You owe me five years, Harry.

I shot a man to save your life,

and I went to prison for it.

I didn't have sense enough then

to think it was wrong that you let me go,

but now I consider it a debt. We're even.

I'm through, Harry.

I'm no longer asking you to say goodbye.

I'm just saying it!

Well, before you say it,

I want you to listen to a little speech

- I've got for Griff Marat.

- What do you mean?

You and I had a deal, baby.

You were to marry him,

so you could be with me.

Remember? Well,

I'm going to tell him about that.

- He'll never believe you.

- Won't he?

"I love you, darling."

Please, Harry. Harry, please.

I'm sorry for what I said.

- Please, Harry, you can't!

- Can't I? Watch me.

Harry, I don't blame you, but...

Excuse me while I push Humpty Dumpty

off his wall.

Information, give me the number

of the Parole Division.

- Harry, no! No, you'll break his heart!

- That's the idea.

You catch on quick, Jenny.

Harry, please, I'll come back to you. I will.

- Just don't do that to him.

- Yes? 2230? Thank you.

Stop that.

- Put down that phone.

- Stop being melodramatic.

- Mr. Marat, please.

- I said put down that phone.

Would you like to speak to him yourself?

I'll tell him you're here.

Hello, Mr. Marat, this is Harry Wesson.

I have something to tell you about your wife.

That's what happened.

That's the truth, Griff.

I have no reason to lie to you now.

Maybe I'm no good, but I do love you.

Why did you do that? Where are we going?

Griff, please, why did you turn around?

Where are you going?

They're expecting me to bring you in.

If I can make it to San Diego

and the Mexican border

before the alarm goes out,

I can get you across before we're missed.

- No, Griff, you mustn't.

- Lf you're tried, it'll be a life sentence.

You haven't got a chance, Jenny.

They'll never believe you.

But you can't do this, Griff.

It means you're throwing away your job,

- your whole career...

- I'm not going to turn you in.

Griff.

Others have gotten away with it.

We'll be all right.

It's only 15 miles to the border,

but we're running out of gas.

- Can't we make it?

- Afraid we'll have to take a chance and stop.

- Fill her up, please. Hurry.

- Yes, sir.

... in this country today, announces that

she will marry the American industrialist...

And two hamburgers to go out, please.

- Want onions on them?

- Yeah, everything. Rush it.

Coming right up.

Harry Wesson, a gambler,

was shot this morning.

He named his assailant,

a woman called Jenny Marsh.

Although he's still alive,

doctors say he has little chance to recover.

This woman, who was a paroled murderess,

was being taken to the police

by her parole officer when both disappeared.

The police believe she murdered

the parole officer and is using his car.

The license number

of the parole officer's car is 1N 8881.

- Hey, Pop!

- What?

- Four hamburgers!

- Coming right up!

Griff.

Now for the sports roundup.

Jesse Hernandez will take on Art Palma

at New York's Madison Square Garden.

The winner will be the logical challenger

for the welterweight crown.

Tony Edwards...

- Come on, hurry up! The wedding is starting!

- Okay.

I'm still going to try for the border.

But, Griff, the alarm's out.

They'll be looking for us.

Not in this car.

They're not going to question

a honeymoon couple too closely.

I'll take a look around.

Mighty nice day for it.

Stolen car, and the crooks left the bride

and groom standing at the curb.

Nice way to begin a honeymoon, eh?

I'll say. This is a good one.

California license number 63 W348.

Hey!

That won't do you any good.

Anybody can tell from your face.

- Griff, we'll never get out of this.

- Yes, we will. Hold tight.

We've got to get rid of this car.

- But then what?

- The bus.

Yeah, put a slug right through him.

Some beautiful blonde, huh?

You'll have to change the color of your hair.

Jenny, let me in.

Say, it looks fine.

We've got to get out of here.

That landlady's been asking

too many questions.

- Maybe she's just curious.

- Well, we can't take any chances.

- Maybe I can pawn this.

- Pawn? Griff.

Get enough money for bus fare

to someplace else.

Got a nail file?

Thanks.

- No, Griff!

- I know what I'm doing.

The back is all scratched up.

Yeah? Well, it had something on it

I didn't like, anyway.

- Where'd you get this watch?

- It was given to me.

- I don't handle any hot goods.

- Look, I didn't steal it!

Okay, okay, don't get excited.

Wait a minute.

I want to see what the gold weighs.

Hello, operator? Get me the police.

Hello, Sarge? This is Sam Green.

There's a guy in here trying to pawn a watch.

I'm not sure,

but I think it's the guy in the paper.

You know, the lovers.

Well, hurry it up. I'm no hero.

Okay, I'll try to stall him.

- How much do you want for this?

- Well, it must have cost 200 bucks.

- I ought to get 100.

- You're crazy.

- I might give you 25.

- Give me the watch.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

I might go a little higher.

- Where'd you say you got this?

- I told you it was given to me.

What was on the back

that you scratched off?

I'm selling you the watch as is.

- Got anything else you want to sell?

- No.

- How about the ring?

- No.

- How much?

- How much do you want?

Look, give me 50 bucks,

and let's stop all this.

35 is more like it.

I don't want to sell it. Give me the watch.

Get your hands up! Get your hands up!

Hey, what is this?

I recognized you the minute you came in.

Don't try anything funny.

The police are on their way over.

Look, mister, you're wrong.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Look, you keep the watch. I found it.

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