The Postman Always Rings Twice Page #7

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Very well.

I am personally satisfied

of the defendant's guilt...

...beyond a reasonable doubt...

...but there are many practical and legal

difficulties in proving the case against her.

In these circumstances,

I deemed it wise to follow this course...

...thus saving the people of the state of

California the expense of a protracted trial.

Return to your places.

Having full confidence

in the district attorney...

... I follow his recommendation.

The court summarily grants probation.

And suspends execution of the sentence.

That's it. You're free.

It's all right, Mrs. Smith.

Everything's gonna be all right now.

That's what you think.

That was a brilliant piece

of strategy, laddie.

Thank you, Kyle.

But you're crazy if you think I'm

through with those two murderers.

Well, that's the whole story.

Except that if either one of you even

parks a car alongside a fire hydrant...

...Mr. Sackett will see

that you get 20 years.

Just a minute.

There's one other little matter.

Yes?

That insurance policy.

This 10,000 bucks you get

for knocking off your husband.

Oh, sure. That's how I knew

Sackett was bluffing.

If the company with the smartest

detectives couldn't find evidence...

...it's a cinch the DA couldn't.

- I...

- Uh...

In an exceptional case like this,

I ought to keep it all.

But this time...

...you take it.

I don't want that 10 grand.

Besides, I got 10 grand.

I've been trying to figure things out,

and I still don't know what to say.

Don't say thanks. You did me a favor.

Look what I got out of it:

I won 100 bucks from Sackett.

I made him write me a check.

I'm gonna frame it

and hang it over my desk.

- Let's get going, Kennedy.

Back to town, Sammy.

Okay, boss.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Yellow.

I don't know what you're going to do

and I don't care...

...but I'm going in

and open up my lunchroom.

Cora. Cora, look...

...maybe-- Maybe you

could sell the place and...

...we can go away somewhere and

start fresh, where nobody knows us.

Oh, no.

You've tried to make me a tramp

since you've known me.

But you're not going to do it.

I stay here.

All right.

I'm gonna stay too.

Let me tell you something.

If you do stay...

...there's going to be a lot of hard work,

because I've got ideas for this place.

I'm going to fix a nice spot

under the trees...

...then I'm going to sell beer--

- You're in the hamburger business--

- I'm going to amount to something!

So if you want to keep your job...

...you'll have this place clean and open

for business tomorrow at 7.

Okay.

Okay, Mrs. Smith.

That expresses it perfectly.

Things stayed that way

for several weeks.

I had to watch her like a hawk

because I didn't trust her.

People started flocking to the Twin Oaks

just to see what she looked like.

Oh, Mrs. Smith?

Mrs. Smith, would you kindly

give me your autograph?

Oh, thank you.

Popular girl, huh?

Listen...

- Well, how are you, Mr. Keats?

- Hello.

- Hello, Mr. Sackett.

- Mrs. Smith.

Something I can do for you?

- Only some beer at the moment.

- I see.

You're pretty busy.

Suppose I handle this table.

You shouldn't mind

my handling anything for you.

- Hello, Frank.

- Hi, Mr. Keats.

- Maybe it doesn't mean a thing.

- What?

Maybe the district attorney's

gonna take action.

He claims folks are talking

about you two living here like this.

- Talking about it?

- That's a laugh.

Is it? An unmarried man and woman

living together under the same roof?

In Los Angeles,

they held a murder suspect.

When they couldn't hang it on him,

they threw him in the can...

- ...under 47 different laws.

- I'm way ahead of you, Mr. Keats.

And I'll handle this.

Don't wipe it off, Mr. Keats.

You look stunning in my lipstick.

This kind tastes good too.

What flavor do you call it, Frank?

- I can't remember that far back.

- As far as I'm concerned...

- ...you imagined it even then.

- Oh, dry up.

- Thanks.

- Notice his necktie, Mr. Keats.

It's my wedding present to him.

The way he wears it, you'd think

it was a noose around his neck.

Well, I can only think of 15 or 20 reasons

why you two should never be happy.

Well, there you are, my dear.

Thanks. We'll paste it

right alongside of our beer license.

Say, this came

while you were getting prettied up.

Hope it's congratulations from Sackett.

- Would you?

- Bad news?

You hope.

Oh, it's my mother. She...

She's had a heart attack.

I haven't been home in three years.

Mr. Keats, would you

drive me to the station, please?

Leave it to me.

I'll handle everything.

Check your baggage, sir?

- Yeah.

- When will you be back?

- A week, maybe. I'll wire you.

I'll walk you to the train.

Please, I hate goodbyes.

A blind man without a cane

could see you're in a bad way.

Yeah.

Come on, Chambers,

I'll drive you home.

No, thanks, Mr. Keats.

I'm gonna see if I can't

get that blond out of my system.

Excuse me.

You've flooded your carburetor.

You'll have to wait a while.

I'm gonna wait standing up.

It's a hot day

and that's a leather seat.

And I've got on a thin skirt.

I'll cool the seat off for you.

Thanks.

Name:
Madge Gorland.

Address:
Joe's Highway Haven.

- What's that?

- Lunchroom.

A lunchroom?

Well, meet another member of the club.

Sometimes I think

everybody in Southern California...

...makes a living

selling hamburgers to each other.

- There. See? It works.

- Thanks. You're a genius.

Yeah. With my brains and your looks,

we can go places.

- Such as?

- Oh, take a run down to Tijuana.

I'll buy you the best Mexican dinner

you ever had.

- Why Mexico?

- I like the food.

Besides, I got a little trouble.

- Trouble?

- Yeah. My feet.

- They keep itching for me to go places.

- You're an outlaw.

Can't stand captivity.

Me too.

I get so sick

of hamburgers sometimes, I...

What time will we

get back from Mexico?

Oh, I got a whole week.

Come on, slide in.

All right.

I'll bet you got a little gypsy in you.

They say I was born

with rings in my ears.

Maybe a week won't be long enough,

and Mexico won't be far enough.

- The large one with the stripes, please.

- Yes, ma'am.

Cora, why didn't you let me know

she died?

- I didn't wanna bother you with it.

- I feel badly, you not letting me know.

- Why should you?

- You back in Iowa, your mother dying...

- ...and me back here having a good time.

- I don't mind.

When we get home, I'll give you

a drink. You could use a pickup.

- I'm not drinking anymore.

- Well, what's the matter?

I have a lot to tell you. I think you and I

will get along better from now on.

- Well, what is it?

- Not now. Tonight, maybe after dinner.

Here we are.

Where'd you get the new car?

Oh.

Hello.

Remember me?

Yeah, sure, I remember you.

Come on in.

How you been, Mrs. Chambers?

Fine, thanks.

Oh, Frank, why don't you take

Mr. Kennedy into the living room?

I'll get you a couple of beers.

- Yeah, you'll be more comfortable there.

- Thanks.

- How's Mr. Keats?

- Me and him had a little argument.

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