The Trouble with Harry Page #3

If you're not careful, you will get|a murder charge lined up.

Matter of fact, I'm beginning|to suspect something myself.

There you are then. See?

If you, an artist, suspect the worst,|what will they, the police, think?

What about that envelope|with his name and address on it?

By rights, you should|mail him back home.

Have you forgotten who carries the|mail down to the station every night?

Calvin Wiggs, deputy sheriff.

Oh, yes. You're right.

I'll tell you what we'll do.|I'll tell you what.

We'll find out how well|Mrs Rogers knows this man,

and whether she intends|to notify the police of his death.

- What good will that do?|- Why, a lot of good.

If she's a distant friend of his and|doesn't plan to notify the police,

then I, personally,|will help you bury Harry.

Oh, Sammy!|You've signed on for the cruise.

What time is it?

- About noon.|- Good heavens.

I've got to go home and spruce up.|I've got a date with Miss Gravely.

Not you. You are not the one.

Oh, Sam. She could do a lot worse,|you know?

Couldn't do any better. Just think,|you'd be establishing a precedent.

I'm not establishing nothing.

I am going over for blueberry muffins|and coffee by her own invitation.

And possibly some elderberry wine.

Do you realise that you'll be|the first man to...

cross her threshold?

Oh. Oh...|it's not too late, you know.

She's a well preserved woman.

- I envy you.|- Yes, very well preserved.

And preserves|have to be opened someday. Hm?

Yes. Now, you just trot down|and see what Mrs Rogers has to say.

- How about hiding Harry first?|- Holy smoke!

Forgetting a little detail|like that could hang a man. Yes.

Oh. Oh, I beg your pardon.

I hope I never have to be|operated on by Dr Greenbow.

- Come on. Let's get going.|- Yeah.

Good afternoon.

You're beautiful, wonderful.

You're the most wonderful,|beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I'd like to paint you.

Was there something else|you wanted, Mr... Marlowe, isn't it?

You certainly are a lovely woman.|I'd like to paint you nude.

Some other time, Mr Marlowe. I was|about to make Arnie some lemonade.

Oh, yes, of course. Perhaps I've come|at an awkward moment.

If you want to undress me, you have.

Well, it wasn't exactly that.

I came here to talk to you about|something, but after I saw you it...

slipped my mind.

- It couldn't have been important.|- I guess you're right.

Sit on the porch. I'll get you a|lemonade. Maybe you'll think of it.

You're not only beautiful,|you're considerate too.

- Arnie!|- Hello, Mr Marlowe!

Hi. What do you got, a rabbit?

Dead. What have you got?

Oh, I got me a little frog.

Whoop!

- There he is.|- It's hungry.

Whoop!

- I'll trade ya.|- Your mother for mine?

- The rabbit for the frog.|- It's yours, Arnie.

I think you got the best deal.|Dead rabbits don't eat.

I'll just take it in the kitchen|and give him some lemonade.

Four rabbit's feet,|and he got killed.

- Should've had a four-leaf clover.|- And a horseshoe.

Say, how do rabbits get to be born?

- Same way elephants do.|- Oh, sure.

How come you never came over|to visit me before?

Didn't know you had such|a pretty mother, Arnie.

If you think she's pretty,|you should see my slingshot.

- Perhaps I'll come back tomorrow.|- When's that?

- The day after today.|- That's yesterday. Today's tomorrow.

- It was.|- When was tomorrow yesterday?

- Today.|- Oh, sure, yesterday.

You'll never make sense|out of Arnie. He has his own timing.

Thank you.

- Lemonade, Arnie?|- I already swiped two glasses.

- I would've given you two glasses.|- It's more fun to swipe.

Can I borrow your rabbit, Mr Marlowe?

Sure, Arnie.|What are you gonna do with it?

You never know when a dead rabbit|might come in handy.

It already got me one frog.

Arnie! Where are you going now?

To make some more trades.

- Come home in time for supper.|- OK.

What's your given name? If you don't|want to tell me, just make one up.

Jennifer. Jennifer Rogers.

Nice.

Um, who's the man up on the path?

- What man?|- You know, Harry, the dead man.

Oh, him.

That's my husband.

Your husband's dead, then?

Is your lemonade sweet enough?

- It seems to be.|- I like it tart.

Harry is Arnie's father, then?

- No, Arnie's father's dead.|- So is Harry.

Thank goodness.|He was too good to live.

From his looks, he didn't appear to|me to be the kind who was too good.

Well, he was. Horribly good.

I like your mouth too,|especially when you say, "Good. "

- Will you have some more lemonade?|- Well, maybe later. Thanks.

Where'd Arnie get the rabbit?

He found it.|Maybe the Captain shot it.

I'd like to hear more|of your life story.

You see, we don't know|quite what to do with Harry.

- Thought you might have suggestions.|- You can stuff him for all I care.

Stuff him|and put him in a glass case.

Only I'd suggest frosted glass.

What did he do to you,|besides marry you?

Look, I've wanted to explain|about Harry a lot of times...

but nobody would understand,

least of all, Harry.

But you...

You've got an artistic mind.|You can see the finer things.

When I'm lucky.|Go on, tell me everything.

Let it all out.

It was a long time ago and I was|in love. I was too much in love.

- What was his name?|- Robert.

We'd agreed to overlook each other's|families and get married.

- Did you?|- Oh, yes.

- And then Robert got killed.|- Oh?

I was heartbroken for six weeks.

Then I discovered little Arnie|was on the way.

- Must have been a shock.|- Well, that's where Harry came in.

Harry the handsome hero.|Harry the saint.

- Harry the good.|- I didn't catch his last name.

Harry Worp, Robert's brother,|his older brother.

And he fell in love with you?

If he'd have fallen in love with me,|I wouldn't have minded.

He wanted to marry me because he was|Robert's brother and felt noble.

But you thought he was|in love with you?

And I decided to let him|love me because of Arnie.

It was on my second wedding night|that I learned the truth.

You didn't learn on your first?

This was a terrible truth...

The truth about Harry.

- Just what happened?|- How old are you, Mr Marlowe?

About 30.

This is what happened.

I was in the hotel room alone.|I put on my best nightie.

- You understand?|- Perfectly.

Although I had no true feeling|for Harry,

I worked myself into an enthusiasm|because I thought he loved me.

Must have been hard work.

There was a full moon,|and I sat by the window

because I thought it would show off|my new nightie to advantage.

Naturally.

I don't know why|I'm telling you all this.

You, a perfect stranger too.|I'm not boring you, am I?

No. Not at all.

- How about some more lemonade?|- Soon, soon.

Oh, where was I?

You were sitting by the window|because it was a full moon

and you'd worked yourself up|to a certain enthusiasm.

I said all that?

Uh, when does Harry come in?

He doesn't. He never came in.

- He called the following morning.|- The following morning?

In the hotel lobby the night before,|he bought a magazine.

- His horoscope was in it.|- Bad?

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