True Confession Page #2

you wouldn't owe $ 12 on the typewriter.

Don't touch that!

Why not?

All right, go ahead.

Why should I worry about

what's gonna happen to you? Huh?

Huh?

I said go ahead and take it.

What do you mean about

''what's gonna happen''?

I was talking about my husband. Go ahead

and take it. Maybe he won't see you.

Your husband? I'm not afraid of

your husband. Don't make me laugh.

That's because you don't know

what's wrong with him.

Why? What is wrong with him?

He's insane.

Helen! Well, never mind, Daisy.

He mightjust as well know.

You mean your own husband is nuts?

Absolutely nuts.

Ohh.

All right, your husband's batty.

So what?

Is he locked up?

No. We're trying to

get him away quietly.

He's been insane

ever since we lost our baby.

But-

Oh, I'm sorry, lady.

Mmm. First time I realized he

was insane was about a week ago.

It was 2:
00 in the morning.

I woke up and I saw a light in here.

So I got up and I tiptoed in.

And there was my husband-

my own husband-

smiling at that typewriter

and talking baby talk and patting it.

Patting it?

Like this.

It was heartbreaking,

absolutely heartbreaking,

when it dawned on me

what had happened.

He thinks that typewriter's

our baby, our little Harold.

But- That's a cute-

cute name- Harold.

Take the typewriter. Maybe you can

get away with it before he comes home.

If you meet him, though, you'll

never walk through that doorway alive.

Do you remember

what Ken said last night?

You mean when the three of us

had gone to bed?

No. About the baby. He stood there

patting it, and he turned to us and said,

''Do you know, I love my

baby more than life itself.

And I'll kill the first person

who tries to harm it.''

Oh, that.

Why, a guy like that

oughta be locked up.

But- Why, a guy like that

can- can cause a lot of trouble.

Well, we can't take him away

too suddenly. He becomes violent.

We'll have to pretend some Sunday we're

going to his uncle's farm to pick hazelnuts.

Ha- Well, the best thing for me to do is to get this

baby- get this typewriter out of here right away.

Well, suit yourself.

It's your own risk.

Hello, there.

How's my baby?

Baby?

Oh, hello, Daisy.

Hello, Ken.

Didn't know you had guests. Oh, Ken, I want

you to meet Daisy's friend, Mr. McDugal.

This is my husband,

Mr. Bartlett.

Daisy's friend?

Mmm.

Eh-

- How do you do?

- Oh, how do you do?

I'm glad to know you. Mr. McDugal was

just leaving. He brought Daisy over.

Well, uh-

What in the worid?

''My Loved One.''

Who put it over there?

Oh, I put it there. It was tired.

[t was what? Yeah, as the lady was

saying, I was just about to leave.

Oh, don't hurry off.

Sit down there.

['ll go out and mix up

a batch of poison.

Poison?

He's not gonna poison me!

What happened?

What was he yelling about?

Oh, uh, I-I don't know. Yes, you do,

Daisy. You told me he goes crazy...

every time he hears the word ''poison'' on account

of he got drunk one night on some bad liquor.

Remember?

Of course.

I'm sorry.

I was talking about cocktails.

How far does he usually run? Oh,

uh,just to the corner and back.

He usually waits

for me downstairs.

I thought he was

a queer sort of duck.

Where did you meet him?

Uh- U-Uh, well-

She, uh

- They went to school together.

Oh, we went to school together.

Say, what is this?

What's what?

Well, I have to leave now. Mr. McNoonan

is waiting for me. No, he isn't.

His name isn't McNoonan.

It's McDugal.

Well, that's what she said.

That's what I said. Good-bye.

Hey, wait a minute.

Daisy!

And I hope you choke.

It was- It was too bad

about the client today.

Yes, it's too bad he

was dishonest. Oh, yes.

I can't stand a liar.

You know that.

Mm-hmm.

Who was that man?

What man?

Who was he? Oh- Oh, you mean Daisy's

boyfriend, Mr.- M-Mr. McCormack?

McDugal.

Oh, yes, Mr. McDugal.

Why did he run out of here?

Oh, I told you.

He ate some bad, uh,

lettuce once, and it-

Someday, right in the middle of one of your lies,

I'm gonna put on my hat and walk out that door.

I'm going to walk

all the way to China.

Who was that man? Well,just because

Daisy brings her boyfriend over,

a crazy boyfriend that-

that she met in her office, I-

At school.

That's what I meant.

All right. He came to take the typewriter

away, and I didn't want him to take it.

And so what did you do?

Well, I told him that you thought

the typewriter was your baby,

and if he took it,

you'd kill him.

In other words,

you told him I was crazy.

Well, yes.

See? Now I've told you the truth,

and you're mad.

I'm not angry. I was just thinking

I could wring your neck, that's all.

I don't blame you. I didn't mean to

tell him that. It just popped out.

As usual. Like the time

I walked into the room...

and discovered you'd told people

I was a reformed bank robber.

That was only because all the other

women were bragging about their husbands-

And that time I met the Ralstons

on the street after you'd told them...

we couldn't play bridge because

I was in the hospital with kidney trouble.

Well, you know we can't

play bridge at all well together.

And that butcher

- the day he saw me after he'd canceled

our meat bill because you told him I was dead.

Get mad at me.

Let's have it over.

Oh, what's the use?

I've done that.

I'm living a nightmare, th-the

darnedest nightmare a man ever lived.

And someday, uh-

Can you reach the cigarettes?

Ken, I wouldn't have had to tell

the typewriter man you were crazy...

if- if I'd had the money

to pay him.

Thanks.

Oh, I don't mean it's your fault.

I mean if you'd only

let me go out and get a job.

I'm taking care of you. A lot of wives work

- even millionaires' wives.

Oh, but that's different.

They work because they're bored,

and not as a signal to the rest of the

worid that their husbands need help.

If you went to work, I'd be a confessed

failure, and I'm not that... yet.

Huh, of course you're not.

I mean if I had a job secretly.

You know what I'd do if you went

out and got a job behind my back?

Yes.

Are you going to try it?

No.

Are you telling the truth?

Yes.

Ken, from now on, I'm gonna

tell the truth, so help me.

I'm going to be proud of you

for what you represent,

and I'm gonna manage on our budget

and have money to spare too.

Good morning, madame. Good morning.

I'm Mr. Krayler's new secretary.

Very good.

Very good indeed.

This way, please.

Do you wish breakfasts?

No. Am I supposed to eat here?

Do you wish to go to the office first,

or shall I show you to your room?

What room? Say, what kind

of a place is this anyway?

Your hat.

Is this his office?

Well, doesn't Mr. Krayler

have any other office?

I- I mean, in an office building?

Yes, madame.

Well, where does his secretary

usually do most of her work?

Huh!

Ahh.

Good morning, my dear.

Good morning, Mr. Krayler.

I- I'm late.

Aren't we all?

And you can call me Otto.

After all, an old friend of

the family. Yes, uh, Otto.

You're going to work out all right.

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