Street of Chance Page #6

You signal to me the way

we were doing this morning.

A:

B:

C:

D?

Mrs. Diedrich.

Listen to me.

Open your eyes.

Please.

You're an old woman.

You haven't much longer to live.

Do you want me sent to the chair

for something I didn't do?

I couldn't have done it.

Was it Bill?

Did he want his brother out of the way

because of Alma?

No, it wasn't Bill.

Then it was Alma.

To be free to get his money.

It was because she wanted a divorce

and he wouldn't give her one.

No? That's wrong too?

You're not telling the truth.

It must have been one of them.

Who else was in the house?

Who else could it have been?

Well, I hope you're satisfied.

Ruth.

-You certainly asked for it.

You didn't...

You?

Why?

He came in, found me taking money

out of the drawer.

He hit me.

There was a struggle. I...

I reached for the first thing handy.

It happened to be a knife.

But how did she know?

Yes, I knew she saw me.

I came running in here afterwards.

The door was open. I...

I knew she'd seen me in the mirror.

Did you realize she couldn't talk?

You ran back to the bar.

Yes, that's right.

Is it...

Is it going to make any difference?

What?

You and me.

It couldn't.

Oh, then I don't care what happens.

You love me. Nothing else matters.

I was trying to get that money for you.

For us.

You always said you would never

marry me unless we had some money.

I didn't mean to kill him, Danny.

I'm not bad.

I'm not a killer.

Neither am I.

When the police catch up with us

who are you going to let them arrest?

Danny.

-Who?

They're not going to catch up with us.

We'll hide.

We'll get out of the country. We'll...

We'll fool them somehow.

-There isn't a chance.

We can make a run for it.

I'm not running.

I don't have to now.

You're going to let them arrest me?

What else can I do?

I've taken a lot from you because

I loved you and I thought you loved me.

I don't love you.

I've only known you two days.

I'm not the man you think I am.

I'm not Danny Nearing.

My name is Frank Thompson

and I'm married to Virginia Morrison,

that name over the doorbell.

She's my wife. I love her.

So...

That's what you've been building up to

all along, is it?

This trick memory stuff this

not remembering things

at the house and all.

I tried to tell you.

There was an accident and somehow

I became Danny Nearing.

I built up a life as Danny Nearing.

And then with that blow

on the head the other day,

I became Frank Thompson again.

What it really amounts to is...

That you met this other woman

and you're trying to brush me off

with this phony alibi.

Danny.

After all we've been to each other,

after I stole for you,

killed a man because I loved you.

What kind of a love is it

that would send me running away

from a crime you committed?

That would have stood by and let the

police take me to the electric chair?

All right, Mr. Thompson.

I guess it's my party from now on.

I'm sorry, I'll help you all I can.

I'll handle it without

any help from you, thanks.

Ruth.

Ruth!

That isn't the answer, Ruth.

Do you know a better one, Mr. Thompson?

Danny.

Danny, hold me.

I'm going to die, Danny.

Hello, Marucci.

You're a little late.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Danny didn't do it.

Ask Grandma.

All right, I'll ask Grandma.

Isn't there something we can do?

Danny?

All that business

about you being married.

You were only kidding, weren't you?

You don't love anybody but me, do you?

No, honey.

No one but you.

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