The Prowler Page #5

Do you suppose she'd see me?

Well, I don't know why she shouldn't.

The wife and I, we're spending

a little time with her.

I tell you what.

I'll talk to her about

it, and I'll let you know.

Will you do that?

Sure.

I appreciate that so much.

How about a soda?

No, thanks.

Thanks so much.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Oh, Mr. Garwood, how do you do?

She's right in there.

We're packing.

I told her you were coming

sometime this afternoon.

You can go right on in.

I'll go down the street

and call on a neighbor.

My husband said it would

be much more comfortable for

both of you if you talked alone.

I see.

Thank you.

Stay away from me, Webb.

Don't ever come near me.

Say anything you want to say.

I can take it.

I haven't anything to say.

I know how terrible it's

been for you, Susan, but no

matter how bad it was, you can't

let an accident stand in between...

Accident?

Accident, yes.

Don't you believe that?

I don't know what I believe.

When you lied for me on the stand

when you said you'd never seen

me before, you didn't think you were

lying to save a murderer, did you?

I don't

- I don't know what I believe. I...

You believed I was

guilty. You must have.

No.

I:

- I wasn't sure.

There were other reasons, too.

What other reasons?

What other reasons could there be?

I can't tell you.

They're too important.

You really thought I

was guilty, didn't you?

Don't you know me any better than that?

I know you, Susan, and I

know if you really thought I

murdered him, you'd have told them.

You wouldn't have covered up for

a murderer, Susan. You couldn't.

If it was an accident, it was

so terribly convenient. I...

Look, do you remember that

medal that I used to wear,

that sharp-shooters medal, and

how much I used to like guns?

Well, after what I've been

through, it's like running

some innocent kid down in the street.

You never want to drive a car again.

I couldn't bring myself to touch

a gun again as long as I live.

Look at it this way.

If it wasn't an accident,

what reason did I have?

You'd already offered to

come away with me, hadn't you?

And I decided that wasn't right.

Maybe that was my mistake.

Maybe if I'd said yes and we'd run

out on him, we'd all have been happier.

Oh, he'd rather be the way

he is than alive and alone.

It's not his dying I can't forget.

It's what led up to it.

You used to say he was ordinary, dull.

To you, he was.

I didn't argue with you.

I began to believe it myself.

I almost began to hate him.

Did hate him.

And not because of what he

was doing to me, but because

of what I was doing to him.

Then he was killed.

I'll never be sent to jail or

condemned to die for what I've done.

I've been praying that I would be.

Susan, suppose I hadn't

known you, not at all.

Suppose I was just the cop on the beat.

It'd have happened, anyway,

be just the same now as far

as he's concerned, only you'd

be alone, and so would I.

Let's face it.

If having him dead is the

only way we can be together,

happily together, I'm glad he's dead.

If I'd realized that was the only way,

I don't know, I might have killed him.

That's how much I want you.

The whole thing turned

on a freak accident.

You've got to believe that, Susan.

Webb, look at me.

I didn't do it, Susan.

I'll swear that by the only thing

I ever really loved, and that's you.

No. Now it's your turn.

You've got to tell me you believe.

I do.

I do.

I do.

I do.

Babe.

I do.

Dirty shame they won't leave them alone.

After all, just a couple of kids.

Lot of people think they

ought to have waited.

But why?

Come on, fellas, give them a break.

Give them a break there.

You must be William Gilvray.

That's right.

How do you feel about

this union, Mr. Gilvray?

Well, I was just telling

Mr. Crocker here, as long as

the kids love each other,

why shouldn't they be married?

Let's forget the past.

That's what I say.

How about a picture of

you and the Mrs., huh?

Why, sure. Come on, Marty.

Hold it now.

Thanks a lot.

Wonderful guy, your Webb.

You don't have to tell me.

Hey, Webb, wait a minute.

I've got to tell it.

You know this fellow Webb?

This fellow Webb here, well, you

know what happened to my brother.

After that, he came into my

store one day, and with his

entire savings, his entire

savings, mind you, and he

wanted to give them to Susan here.

Pretty doggone square of him, I'd say.

He's the squarest guy I know.

So long, Webb.

So long, Bud.

So long, Susan.

Take good care of him, gal.

Goodbye, darling.

And do be happy.

You deserve it.

Oh, Webb.

Remember, that country around Las

Vegas, best place in the state for rocks.

I'll remember, Bud.

So long.

Take care of yourself, kids.

Look this way for me.

It isn't everybody can have a

Honeymoon in their own hotel.

Oh, it's wonderful.

Welcome home, Mr. Garwood.

Mrs. Garwood, I've been

expecting you all afternoon.

I think you'll find everything ready.

Is that the owner's apartment?

How's business?

Like that all afternoon.

Wonderful.

Excuse me.

Good?

I've got to check over at the office.

I'll be back in a minute.

Don't be long.

Oh, Mr. Garwood, Mr. And Mrs. Talbot.

How are ya?

How do you do?

Mr. Garwood's the new owner.

Darling, Happy wedding night.

There never was a

better time for a toast.

What's wrong?

Haven't you noticed I haven't

been drinking very much lately?

No. Since when?

Two or three weeks.

Why not?

Are there any units here

with more rooms than this one?

Yeah, a couple. Why?

Well, you'd better start making

Arrangements For one of them.

We're going to need

more space by summer.

Are you saying what

I think you're saying?

In just those words.

How long has this been going on?

Four months.

And nobody knew.

What's the matter? Aren't you glad?

Sure.

Sure, I'm...

Please come over and kiss me.

You go on and get some sleep.

Susan.

Yes?

You've known for four months,

You say, about the baby?

Yes.

Well, why didn't you

tell me before this?

You know you and I

can't have a baby yet.

What are you talking about?

We're going to.

It's what I've always wanted.

The minute that baby's born,

we're in trouble, both of us.

I don't know what you mean.

Because we wouldn't have been

married Long enough for it to be mine.

And it couldn't have

been your husband's.

How do you know?

Your brother-in-law,

your ex-brother-in-law.

I didn't know John had told him.

He did. Both him and his wife.

We could keep it a secret.

They're a long way off.

They'd never have to know.

They'll know right along

with everybody else.

What about those reporters this

Afternoon and the photographers?

Cop marries widow of the man he killed.

Don't you think the birth of the dead man's

baby's going to make even a better story?

It's not his.

It's ours.

Sure, and they'll all know that.

Well, I don't care who knows it.

Do I have to draw a picture for you?

When that baby is born, they'll know

that you and I were seeing each

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