Shockproof Page #8

- What's wrong?

- We're going back, Griff.

We're going to give ourselves up.

Don't talk that way.

It's those people that got you upset.

That frowsy dame with all her snooping.

I'm sorry you have to put up with it,

with a lot of things.

We'll get out of here.

We'll go someplace else.

We'd only have to run away again.

No, we'll run so far this time,

they'll stop looking for us.

Maybe they'll stop looking for us,

but we'll never stop running.

We're getting out of here.

Griff, it's too late.

He's already called the police.

- Police? He knows?

- Yes.

That's why she came over here.

To make sure.

- How did they find out?

- The newspaper. Pictures of us again.

- You saw it?

- Yes.

Well, then, why didn't you... Come on.

Let's hurry. It isn't too late yet.

It is, Griff, for me.

Jenny, please, you're all that matters to me.

You can't go back.

I've got to. It's no good this way.

What kind of life is this for you?

- We haven't got a chance, Jenny.

- Yes, we have.

A little chance, maybe, but at least a chance.

There's no happiness this way, darling.

We're breaking the rules.

That's not for you, Griff,

and it's not for me either, anymore.

It's better, Griff. Please, it's better.

Yes.

Let's go now. Right away.

We don't want to be caught.

We want to give ourselves up.

Wait.

My present.

Will you answer me, Joe?

Did you or did you not tell him?

Yes, I told him.

So, what did you tell him, exactly?

I told him if he didn't get us a new heater,

I was quitting the company.

Yeah? And he said...

You take it from there, Florrie. I'm tired.

Tired.

- Hey, Florrie!

- Yeah?

There's a picture of a dame

here in the paper.

Looks like that girl next door.

In the papers, they all look alike.

She's a nice kid.

For being married,

they sure are crazy about each other.

Come on, Joe, eat this mess.

The police are here, Mr. Wesson.

Well, here they are, Wesson.

All you have to do is identify her.

She gave herself up.

Well, just tell us if she shot you.

It was an accident.

An accident?

That isn't what you said in the report.

It was an accident, I tell you.

Well, I guess there's nothing more

for us to do.

- Come on, Mac.

- What about jumping parole?

She was with her parole officer, wasn't she?

- For two months?

- Yeah, for two months.

Thanks, Harry.

I'm a good enough gambler

to know when I've lost.

But it took a bullet to convince me.

- Nurse, do me a favor.

- Yes, Mr. Wesson.

Throw these people out of here.

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