So Evil My Love Page #9

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And no chance of obtaining

the one or the other.

Neither have they.

Implying a verdict of murder

By persons,

a, unknown, b, known.

It's no use. I killed him, you know.

But the medicine was given

to Mr. Courtney, by his wife.

As a student of human nature, ma'am,

I've spent a lifetime studying crime.

And I wanted to meet a woman who

Seems to have committed the perfect one.

A woman with the nerve not only to do it,

But to let another woman hang for it.

Stay here, if you want to,

to die, wretchedly.

Or come with me. Come with me, and live.

Till at last early one morning,

justice is done.

She's hanged by the neck until dead.

I can't stand the waiting any longer.

Will it be soon?

I don't mind it if it's soon.

It's the waiting.

Oh!

Where were you going. In this?

I can't sleep, Mark. I'm going to tell.

Then I'll sleep.

I must sleep.

We're going away, Olivia.

Together.

As we always planned.

I'm taking you away.

But, Mark, it's too late now.

I must tell someone, please.

Oh, I'm so tired.

I don't know.

Yes, I do.

That's why I'm here.

He's dead. I'm glad he's dead.

I don't regret that.

He was cruel and selfish. Utterly selfish.

I did it, and I'd do it again.

You.

They'll hang her, won't they?

Not for weeks. Not for months, perhaps.

But they'll do it.

Early one morning justice is done.

I went to see her again today.

She thinks she's guilty.

She's a little mad, you know.

She actually believes she killed him.

She'll probably confess, tomorrow.

That's funny, isn't it?

That's funny.

Olivia, listen to me.

They'll take care of her

In a nursing home. That's all.

Do you understand?

They'll say she's not responsible.

And that's true, now, isn't it?

Whatever you tell them can't change her now.

And he made her that way,

her husband, not you.

Are you listening?

A home? Just a home?

Yes.

Oh, if I could believe that.

You can. You must.

Where could we go?

To ireland. We'll be married there.

And then America.

The other side of the world.

When?

Tomorrow.

Oh, take me now.

Darling, we can't be seen together.

They're watching for me, perhaps even here.

I can't let you go.

But, it'll only be for tonight.

Now listen carefully.

You must leave openly

for the country for a rest.

Not without you.

Oh, darling, pack you things. Put

them in a hansom then I'll meet you.

Where?

The abbey. Westminster.

10 o'clock tomorrow night.

I'll have everything ready.

Mark, I love you completely.

Till tomorrow.

Is he here?

Is who?

Him. Oh, Mark I mean, Mark bellis.

There's no one here by that name.

Come on.

Now would you all try to play me up.

A man said he saw him here.

And that he'd be back.

Man? What man?

What was he like?

Old bloke with a soft voice

and a bushy moustache.

Why all the questions?

Well, I see we're all covered up.

I must say it's a great improvement.

I never did like that red plush.

So faded.

And that brown stain on the carpet.

I told Mark straight,

I said donno how you can live

in a place like that.

You've been here before?

Ha. Ha. Ha. Yes.

Don't tell me you didn't know?

You mean to say,

he didn't tell you about me?

I knew about you, all right.

What's the matter?

What are you staring at?

Here, what are you...?

Would you please go?

You're right on time.

Euston at 11:
30; Liverpool noon tomorrow;

Breakfast in Dublin thursday morning.

And the royal mail sails

for New York in ten days.

Are you happy?

Darling, you're tired.

You need rest. And you shall have it.

We haven't any money, but we'll be

lucky together. I'm sure of it.

We'll follow the sun.

I'll paint you against the California sky

Picking oranges in a white muslim dress.

With you're hair down about your shoulders

The way it fell the first day

I asked you to pose for me.

Do you remember?

You were so shy, and so very beautiful.

I think that was the moment

I first fell in love with you.

And I've fought that moment

a thousand times a day.

I planned my whole life.

And loving you wasn't part of the plan

Now, it's the heart of it.

The only part that counts.

On the whole, I like myself

less than I can possibly say.

You're my one excuse for living.

Although it's taken me quite

some time to make myself admit it.

Please forgive me.

And please forgive me for what

I've brought you to, as well.

Murder.

That's all over with.

No.

Darling, you must forget it.

I'll give you my life, for what it's worth,

To make up for it.

Cabbie,

To the nearest police station.

A brave woman, Mrs. Harwood.

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