The Lady from Shanghai Page #8

from the cops, not safe from her.

One of the Chinese worked

in an amusement park.

It was closed for the season.

An empty amusement park

makes a good hideout...

...and she wanted me hidden.

Well, I came to...

...in the Crazy House.

And for a while there,

I thought it was me that was crazy.

After what I'd been through,

anything crazy at all seemed natural.

But now, I was sane on one subject: her.

I knew about her.

She'd planned to kill Bannister,

she and Grisby.

Grisby was to do it

for a share of Bannister's money.

That's what Grisby thought.

Of course, she meant to kill Grisby, too,

after he'd served his purpose.

Poor howling idiot. He never even did that.

He went and shot Broome

and that was not part of the plan.

Broome might have got to the police

before he died.

And if the cops traced it to Grisby,

and the cops made Grisby talk...

...he'd spill everything,

and she'd be finished.

She had to shut up Grisby, but quick...

...and I was the fall guy.

In here. We're less likely to be heard.

I thought it was only your husband

you wanted to kill.

Why don't you try to understand?

George was supposed

to take care of Arthur...

...but he lost his silly head

and shot Broome.

After that, I knew I couldn't trust him.

He was mad.

He had to be shot.

- And what about me?

- We could have gone off together.

Into the sunrise?

You and me? Or you and Grisby?

I love you.

"One who follows his nature

keeps his original nature in the end. "

But haven't you heard ever

of something better to follow?

No.

I knew I'd find you two together.

If I hadn't, Elsa,

I might have gone on playing it your way.

You didn't know that,

but you did plan for me to follow you.

You've been drinking.

I presume you think

that if you murder me here...

...your sailor friend will get the blame,

and you'll be free to spend my money.

Well, dear, you aren't the only one

who wants me to die.

Our good friend, the district attorney...

...is just itching to open a letter

that I left with him.

The letter tells all about you, Lover...

...so you'd be foolish to fire that gun.

With these mirrors, it's difficult to tell.

You are aiming at me, aren't you?

I'm aiming at you, Lover!

Of course, killing you is killing myself.

It's the same thing.

But, you know,

I'm pretty tired of both of us.

You know, for a smart girl,

you make a lot of mistakes.

You should have let me live.

You're going to need a good lawyer.

He and George...

...and now me.

Like the sharks,

mad with their own blood...

...chewing away at their own selves.

It's true.

I made a lot of mistakes.

You said the world's bad.

We can't run away from the badness...

...and you're right there.

But you said we can't fight it.

We must deal with the badness,

make terms.

And didn't the badness deal with you...

...and make its own terms

in the end, surely?

You can fight, but what good is it?

Goodbye.

- Do you mean we can't win?

- No, we can't win.

Give my love to the sunrise.

We can't lose either, only if we quit.

And you're not going to?

Not again.

I'm afraid.

Michael, come back here!

Michael, please!

I don't want to die!

I don't want to die!

I went to call the cops

but I knew she'd be dead...

...before they got there.

And I'd be free.

Bannister's note to the DA would fix it.

I'd be innocent officially.

But that's a big word, "innocent. "

"Stupid" is more like it.

Everybody is somebody's fool.

The only way to stay out of trouble

is to grow old...

...so I guess I'll concentrate on that.

Maybe I'll live so long that I'll forget her.

Maybe I'll die trying.

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