They Drive by Night Page #9

Maybe we could dance.

I'd like to, but I've got to get some

estimates. Figures on the new trucks.

I know, but you can do

all that tomorrow morning.

I've got a lot of other things to do

in the morning, and this is important.

It's the only time I have to do it.

I'm sorry, Joe.

I guess I'm a fine partner,

trying to pull you away from your work.

The Frank Conners

are throwing a party Friday night.

They asked me to bring you along.

Sorry, I can't make it.

"Can't make it. Can't make it."

That's all I ever hear from you.

It used to be because my husband

was your friend. Well, he's dead.

He's been dead for six months.

What's wrong with me now?

Why can't you make it?

I'm getting married Friday.

Is that a good enough reason?

Married? To that redhead?

To that redhead.

What made you think

you had to marry her?

I just thought it was a good idea.

Any objections?

Yeah, I got objections. What makes you

think you can make a sucker out of me?

- You better relax.

- Don't tell me to relax, you road slob.

If it weren't for me, you'd still be

kicking trucks up the coast.

I get Ed to take you off the road.

I put that clean collar

around your dirty neck.

I put those creases in your pants.

I put that money in your pocket.

What makes you think

you can walk out on me?

I came in here on a business deal,

and I've done all right for you.

Don't talk like a fool.

I walked you right into a company

that was set and established.

I gave you Ed's insurance money

to buy new trucks.

I could have picked anyone off the street

and they'd have done as well.

Anytime you don't like the setup,

I can check out.

You're not getting out.

You belong with me,

and you're gonna stay.

If you don't like it, you'll learn to.

Only you're not going off

marrying that cheap redhead.

I'm marrying Cassie, and I'm not asking

anybody what they think.

That includes you.

She hasn't any right to you.

You're mine, and I'm hanging on to you.

I committed murder to get you.

Understand? Murder.

- You what?

- Sure. I killed Ed.

I killed him to get you because

you always threw him in my face.

"Yes, Mrs. Carlsen. No, Mrs. Carlsen.

No, Mrs. Carlsen.

Good night, Mrs. Carlsen."

You made me do it.

You, understand?

I didn't want to kill anyone, but you

made me murder Ed, your friend.

Joe! Joe, where are you going?

I'm getting out of here,

and stay away from me.

Oh, Joe, don't go. Forget what I said.

I didn't mean what I said.

I didn't know

what I was talking about.

- I didn't kill Ed. It was just an accident.

- Save that record for someone else.

- You may need it.

- Oh, listen, Joe. I'll be a good sport.

Marry her, and I hope you're happy

with her, only please don't leave me.

Please come back.

I didn't want to kill anyone. I didn't.

I didn't want to kill anyone.

He made me do it.

Yes.

He made me kill him.

He made me kill him.

He said he'd kill me if I didn't.

I didn't want to do it,

but I was afraid of him.

I had to. Joe wanted

the insurance money.

He wanted everything for himself.

He made me do it.

Just a moment.

Have Joe Fabrini of Carlsen Trucking

picked up, and you come in here.

In other words,

when you were in this office...

...the morning after your husband's

death, your statement was a lie.

Yes, but I didn't want to lie.

I was afraid to tell the truth then.

- Now I'm not afraid anymore.

- I see.

The truth is that you were coerced

into murdering your husband by Fabrini.

Yes, yes, that's it.

That's it.

- He made me kill him.

- Sit down.

I'm going to dictate for your signature

the confession you've just made to me.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

"I, Lana Carlsen..."

She never thought I'd see her.

I'll bet she was surprised

when they told her I would.

I'll see her, all right.

I've got things to tell her.

- All right, tell her, not me.

- Just wait till I see her. Just wait.

- What's the matter with you?

- That door...

...it opened.

- Of course it did. We broke the ray.

It's an electric eye door. Come on.

No, I won't go through it.

I won't go through it, I tell you.

- I won't, I tell you.

- Stop it.

No, I won't. No, please.

Please don't make me.

I thought you'd show up.

Now that you're here,

what do you want?

I want you to tell the truth.

What do you think the truth is?

Joe had nothing to do with killing your

husband, and nothing to do with you.

Is that so?

What do you think he was doing those

nights he was working in the garage?

Do you think he was

in the garage at all?

Why do you think I took him

into the business?

Why did I give him my husband's

insurance money to play with?

Because he had an honest face?

You could talk from now on,

but you'd never make me believe...

...that Joe ever laid a hand

on anyone like you.

- What makes you so sure of that?

- I love him. I know.

You love him.

You don't know what

it is to love a man, but I do.

And I'll take him with me

wherever I'm going.

You're worse than I thought

anyone could be.

Why don't you tell them

what really happened?

Joe wouldn't have

anything to do with you.

You killed your husband

because you thought he was in the way.

You threw yourself at Joe,

but he wouldn't look at you...

...because he had you pegged

from the beginning.

Tell them you found out

he was going to marry me...

...and you decided to stop it,

even if it meant double-crossing yourself.

You've got it all worked out,

haven't you?

But you've got it worked out

wrong, all wrong.

Because I'm the one who...

Stop that door.

Stop it, I tell you.

Stop that door!

- Stop it! Stop it!

- Come on. Come on, your time's up.

No, I won't go through that door!

I won't! You can't make me!

- Come on, come on.

- I won't! No, I won't! I won't, I tell you!

I won't! I won't! I won't!

- What's the dame hitting high C for?

- Maybe she don't like the service here.

I don't know why these things

always got to bust at lunchtime.

This one's all right. Close her up.

So, Your Honor, and ladies

and gentlemen of the jury...

...the prosecution will prove

that Joe Fabrini...

...by means of duress and threats,

employed the wife...

...of the murdered man

as ruthlessly as ever a man...

...employed a dagger or gun,

to commit for profit...

...a cold-blooded, brutal,

preconceived murder.

With your permission, I will call

the first witness, Miss Sue Carter.

Is it true you attended

a party at the Carlsen home...

...the night of Mr. Carlsen's death?

Yes, Your Honor.

The judge is the only person

in this courtroom...

...to be addressed as "Your Honor".

- How do you do?

- Now, at this party during the evening...

...did you see Mr. Fabrini

and Mrs. Carlsen in private conversation?

- Yes, Your Honor.

- Miss Carter, I am asking the questions.

Now, where did this

conversation take place?

Well, I just happened to be

in the powder room...

...powdering my nose, of course,

and I looked out the window...

...and I saw Mr. Fabrini and Mrs. Carlsen

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