Too Late for Tears Page #8

person and this guy killed himself.

Now get going.

Palmer's a corpse.

How much would it cost me to have

the lake dragged and prove it to you?

What did the lady do to you,

Blake, besides sap you down?

It must have been something big.

Sure, son, you can drag the lake.

A guy did it about four years ago,

looking for his wife.

When he'd got through it,

it had cost him 4,000 bucks,

the park officials were suing him,

and his wife turned up in Modesto

with a truck driver.

Having trouble?

All fixed now, thanks. Had a flat.

- Sure I can't help any?

- No, no. Thanks very much.

It's a bad place to get stuck.

Blowout, huh?

Yes.

This small fortune belong to you, ma'am?

Yes, it... it must have

dropped from my bag.

Suppose there's any more

where that came from?

All that money, lady, you ought

to have some male protection.

Anything wrong, miss?

No, I... I had a flat,

but everything's all right now.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight. It was so nice meeting you.

After dinner, we'll go to the frontn

for the highlight game.

I'm sorry, Carlos. No.

- I'm rather tired.

- Of course.

Maana.

Well, nice place you have here,

Mrs. Palmer.

Oh, excuse me.

It's Miss Petrie now, isn't it?

That happens to be my maiden name.

I filed suit for divorce.

That's a nice touch, but, uh... widows

don't need divorces, do they?

I wasn't aware that I was a widow.

Doesn't matter. I really came here

to talk about money.

I'd like, say, half of what

you brought down with you.

That would be about 200 dollars, Mr...

What was your name?

It was Blake when you knew me.

You brought down about 60 grand,

according to Danny's girlfriend.

I don't know any Danny and...

...I haven't got any money.

I think you'd better leave.

I swear I'll scream to wake the dead

if you don't get out of here.

Well, it's too bad you can't wake

the dead, Jane. It might save you.

You see, I found your husband's body.

I told the Los Angeles police where I am.

If there was any news of Alan,

I would have been notified.

Not about this, you wouldn't.

You see, I let him drop back in.

Drop back? Where?

Where you put him, the lake.

Looking for something?

- My lipstick.

- Colt? Or Smith & Wesson?

Now...

what's this about lakes?

Just one lake.

And if we can't make a deal, I'm going

back and drag him up again.

How... how much do you want?

I told you, half.

It's in the hotel safe.

I'd have to go get it.

Go ahead.

Aren't you afraid I might not come back?

You'll come back.

How do I know you won't take it all?

Well, that would make me a cad,

Jane. I couldn't do that.

Get the money.

I'll be satisfied with half.

Has a nice cool look, hasn't it, Jane?

It tempts me.

- But this'll cover it.

- What do you mean by that?

I'm giving you a strict accounting

of your funds, Mrs. Palmer.

I had to know for sure

if your husband was really in that lake.

This is a price

for having the lake dragged.

What do you mean?

What are you trying to say?

I'm trying to tell you, Jane,

you're all washed up.

You can't take my money, and...

- You're not...

- The law?

No. No, just someone who couldn't

let you get away with it, Jane.

A killjoy.

Here it is. You want it, don't you?

It's yours! All you have to do is take it!

You can't see it, Mrs. Palmer,

but I'm riding a big white horse.

This is a vendetta.

But it's over now.

Please page Teniente Rivera.

He's in the lobby.

Rivera, I'm in her apartment.

She has the money here. All of it.

Yes, right away.

You'll have to forgive me, Jane,

but I made formal charges that

you stole that money from me.

Now, you can sue me later

for false arrest,

but I had to figure some way of keeping you

in town until the LA police get here.

- Why, Mr. Blake? Tell me why!

- Not Blake. Blanchard.

- Does it mean anything to you?

- I...

I once married a man named Blanchard.

Yes, my brother.

I was overseas when it happened, but I

never really believed Bob killed himself.

- You killed him.

- I swear I didn't kill him.

He found out I didn't love him,

and he killed himself.

I swear it. I swear I didn't kill him!

There are many ways

of killing a man, Jane.

And now that I know you, I can

believe Bob probably did kill himself.

But then there's Alan Palmer

and your friend Danny.

You're all through killing now, Jane.

Wait! He's lying! The money is mine!

Please, seorita, we wish no trouble.

You come with us, eh?

No! I tell you he's lying!

Jane!

- Someone get a doctor.

- No need. She's dead.

- How did it happen?

- She fell from the balcony.

Vamos, muchachos.

Well, it was a short honeymoon, Kathy.

We're going home now.

Jane?

Yeah.

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