The Honeymoon Killers Page #8

And we had flags

at the supper table.

And we even had a birthday cake

for President Lincoln.

- Right.

- What a bad man who shot

President Lincoln.

Oh, well, I guess he was

sorry for what he did.

Is Daddy in heaven

a hero like President Lincoln?

Yes, darling. And now

Mommy's gonna put you to bed.

Go kiss Uncle Charles

and Aunt Martha good night.

Ah!

Why, Rainelle,

what's the matter with you?

She'll never forgive me

for swabbing her throat.

But she had that cold

three weeks ago. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Oh, Rainelle,

and Aunt Martha was going...

to buy you that puppy

that you want so badly.

All right,

young lady, come to bed.

You're overtired,

I guess.

I'll just take her upstairs and put her

to bed. I'll be right down.

Now, Rainelle,

why did you do that?

A birthday party for President Lincoln.

Now I've seen everything.

Shh. She'll hear you.

If we stay here much longer, she'll

have me sewing flags like Betsy Ross.

- Who's Betsy Ross?

- Oh, never mind.

Come into the den

where we can talk.

I'm sick of her

and that goddamn health food.

I'm hungry all the time.

And in more than one way.

We're going to Grand Rapids tomorrow,

hmm, for a shopping trip.

Just you and me.

I'm as hungry

as you, darling.

Be patient

a little while longer.

You've been saying that

for three weeks.

No. She told me this afternoon

she's very close to a deal...

on the property

on Muskegon Street.

I thought you were

her financial adviser.

I am. But, you know,

she's not stupid.

So I've got to take it slow

and easy with her.

Listen, she's got even more

than we thought.

He had plenty

of insurance.

She never wrote me

the half of it.

That's why it's taking time

to turn everything into cash.

- And then?

- Ah, and then...

She thinks we're driving

to New York where I marry her.

But we get rid

of her and the kid on the way.

She's in love with you.

I can tell.

So what?

It's perfect, if you'll just

be patient for a little while longer.

And after that, no more letters

and no more meetings.

No more. I promise.

We get married.

Okay?

Charles, it's funny you should

always come in here.

Why do you

say that, Delphine?

Well, because John always

preferred coming in here...

instead of sitting

in the living room.

He used to say

it was more cozy.

You know, that is funny.

Because I feel the same way.

Well, guess what we

celebrate day after tomorrow.

- President Washington's Birthday?

- Oh, no, dear.

- That's not until the 22nd.

- Oh.

But at least you got it

in the right month.

Charles is pulling

your leg, Delphine.

As a matter of fact, he just

asked me to drive into Grand Rapids...

tomorrow afternoon to help pick out

your Valentine's Day present.

Oh, Charles.

Oh, that's sweet of you.

I wonder if Rainelle found her puppy.

They should be back by now.

My goodness,

how that child needs a father.

She's really taken to Charles.

Don't you think so?

I suppose so. But if you ask me,

you've spoiled her.

You fuss too much over her.

Like this morning.

She could have gone

to nursery school.

I told you there was nothing

wrong with her stomach.

You got yourself so upset over her

that now you're the one who's sick.

I guess we just didn't want you

to go to Grand Rapids today.

Rainelle wanted Charles

to buy the puppy...

- and I wanted to be here alone with you.

- What for?

I have to talk to you, Martha.

It's important.

- I'm afraid I need your advice.

- What's the matter?

- May I be completely open and frank with you?

- Well, of course. What is it?

I want to marry your brother right away,

before we go to New York.

Why do you want

to do that?

Because I'm pregnant.

That's why.

Martha, Charles and I

really do love each other.

We intended to marry

almost from the start.

I guess we just

got carried away. That's all.

But you see, the thing is, I don't want him

to know about this until after we're married.

I don't want the fact that I'm going to have

his child have anything to do with it.

That's why

I need your help.

Well, after all,

you'll be my sister.

I never had a sister.

What do you want me

to do, Delphine?

I want you to suggest

that we get married here, right away.

Tomorrow.

On Valentine's Day.

- He promised me.

- Look, I know you're upset.

He wanted to be so sure

that you wouldn't find out...

that there was anything

going on between us.

I think you're wonderful, Martha,

with your old-fashioned values.

Charles does, too, and he's

just frightened to death...

that you'd find out we've been sleeping together

whenever you left the house.

But we love each other so much,

we just couldn't stop ourselves.

You can understand that,

can't you?

Yes, I understand.

Martha, why are you crying?

I'm crying because

I feel so sorry for you.

Sorry for me? W-Why?

Why should you

feel sorry for me?

I'm sorry for you because my brother

will never marry you now. That's why.

- What do you mean?

- You'll find out when you tell him...

he has to marry you

because he's knocked you up.

- You make it sound so awful.

- Well, that's the situation, isn't it?

Well, then you've got to help me,

Martha. He mustn't know.

You want me to lie

to my own brother? Never.

You've ruined everything.

Oh, God.

Oh, what am I gonna do?

You're in quite a spot, aren't you?

Besides losing Charles,

you'll be pregnant without a husband.

All right,

I'll help you.

But you've got to do

exactly as I tell you.

Get into bed.

I'll be right back.

- Here, take these.

- What are they?

They're allergy pills. But if you take

enough of them, they'll abort the baby.

- No, I don't want to do that.

- Delphine, don't be stupid.

You'll have another child after you're married.

This'll solve the problem.

They won't make me sick,

will they?

Would I give them to you if I thought they would?

Now hurry up before I change my mind.

Here, you'll have to take more.

You need more than those.

Uh-oh! I think I have to go

into the bathroom for a minute.

Swallow them!

Swallow them, stupid!

- Here, take some more.

- I don't have to.

It was a false alarm.

Oh, my goodness.

I feel woozy. I think

I'd better get into bed.

Oh! Oh, Martha...

I don't feel good.

Mommy! Mommy!

Look at the puppy!

Shut up, Rainelle!

- Run!

- What the hell's going on here?

Watch her.

I'll be right back.

Help me. Help me.

I put the kid

in the bedroom closet.

- What happened to her?

- She found out everything.

- What! How?

- How the hell do I know, Ray?

She was gonna

call the police.

- You gave her the pills?

- But I couldn't get enough down her.

What are you gonna

do with her?

She keeps a gun

in that drawer. Get it.

While I take care of her, you'd better think

of a way to get rid of that kid.

- How? - How do I know?

Take her to a children's home.

Are you kidding? They'd ask millions

of questions, and she's no baby.

So put a pillow over her face.

Uh, smother her.

I don't care what you do,

but get rid of her.

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