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forgetting your stuff!.

Ah- How do you like it?

Well, what do I get for that?

The chair.

They just found the money. It was in

the desk all along, in a cigar box.

Uh-oh.

That makes you and your story

kind of silly, doesn't it?

Well, a man can't always be right.

Gotta make a mistake once in a while.

Well, that's what you get for picking

on a woman. Oh, I didn't pick on you.

Yes, you did. Oh, I'm

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

You don't have to feel so bad about it.

There'll be another murder.

An easy one, maybe.

But I don't want an easy one!

You know how I'd figure this thing

out? No, and I don't want to know.

Look at me,just a poor,

trusting working girl,

until I meet Otto

at a gay house party.

My husband's always been kind to me, but

he's' away so often from home on business.

Oh, on his last trip

he's been gone over a year.

Yeah? Yeah?

I'm pining, literally pining away

for companionship.

Mr. Krayler- Otto-

sees this and soon-

you know.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's all right. I go to Otto,

ask him for help. He laughs at me.

That's a guy for ya.

There's only one course for me. I tell him I'll go to

the newspaper, ruin him in business unless he helps me.

Slowly he opens the desk drawer,

takes out the gun.

I reach for it. We scuffle.

And suddenly a shot rings out!

Uh, two shots.

Two shots.

And Krayler lies dead at my feet.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

There. What would I get for that?

Oh, maybe five years.

Maybe not five years. Maybe

nothing, See? I know how to do it.

You offer me life to the electric chair,

and I give myself five years to nothing.

Come on now. We'll get it down

here on paper, and you sign.

By the way, what did you

do with the gun? What gun?

Oh, the gun

you were just talkin' about.

The gun that you and Otto

were fighting for!

We weren't fighting over any gun.

But you just said-

Oh, that. That wasn't true. I was

making it up like you were doing.

Oh.

Huh. Eh.

They found the gun

of the Krayler murder.

Where did you find it?

In her apartment in a bureau drawer,

with two bullets fired.

Of course, they found it.

Why shouldn't they?

Th-That gun belongs to my husb-

Oh, your husband, eh?

Sure. He finds another

man is after his wife. No.

He goes to the man. They argue. No.

Husband pulls out gun. Wham! Bang! No.

Krayler cold as a cucumber.

No!

Oh, yes. That isn't it. It couldn't be.

Mm-hmm. Do you know

what really happened?

Uh- Oh, don't tell me!

Where is he?

Locked up.

Locked up? But- But why?

I shot those two bullets over a month ago

when I was in the country working on my book.

I shot them at a tree.

Say,

we can take 'em out to where you were

and show them the bullets in the tree.

But- But I didn't hit the tree.

Oh.

Hello, Ken.

Hello.

I-

I- Well, won't you

sit down, please?

How can we talk if you're gonna

stand there like a pallbearer?

How else can I stand

when my wife- my own wife-

Go ahead and say it.

Say it.

It's not so bad in here.

How's the food?

All right, I guess.

I haven't eaten any.

Oh, you should eat. No matter

what happens, you should eat.

I'm sorry I yelled.

I'm sorry they put you in jail.

That's all right.

I always wondered how it was.

Did they upset

the apartment much?

Only the drawers

in the cabinet.

I found some socks I thought I'd lost.

They were where you keep your manuscripts.

That's good.

How's the weather outside?

Oh, fine.

A little warm.

Well, all I tried to do

was get a job. I-

I wanted to help.

But I told you not to.

But we needed so many things

- Helen, there's no use discussing that anymore.

What concerns us is that you're in jail, and

they've a mile of evidence piled up against you.

What evidence? They can prove

you went to Krayler's house.

That's right, I did. They can

prove you struggled with him.

I did. And then you ran from the house.

They know because

you knocked some man over.

Yes, a little fellow.

Then we might as well face

the most important fact.

They can prove the bullets

came from your gun.

What? Naturally our

defense will have to be-

How can they prove a thing like

that? The ballistics expert.

He says the bullets that killed Krayler came

from the gun they found in our apartment.

It hit me pretty hard for a while

- Who cares what he said? What does he know about it?

I said he's an expert. Th-That's his work, telling

which bullets came from which gun. That's his career.

Oh, what's his career to us?

He can be wrong, can't he? Yes.

All you have to do is hire another expert to prove

that he's not an expert. People do that lots of times.

Why, only last month

I read about somebody-

I- I can't remember now, but

somebody- Helen, listen to me.

You can't even think of trying to convince

a jury you didn't fire those shots.

Do you know what will happen to you if you

try to enter a regular plea of not guilty?

What?

They'll-

What?

Let's not even talk about it.

I know what'll happen. They'll

prove I did it just like you said.

They'll put me in prison for life- maybe even

worse than that- maybe the electric chair!

I said let's not talk about it.

I'll have to sort of get

my bearings again.

Before I saw you, I thought we were

going to plead self-defense, but now I-

You mean killing him because he

- That's it.

A woman has a right

to protect herself against a brute.

And with the right sort of defense

we'd be able to-

Oh, but there's no use

thinking about it.

If you're going to claim you didn't do it,

throw our case out the window, then-

I didn't mean to talk like that.

But I'm so mixed up and wondering.

I know.

I- I don't blame you.

Helen, I

- I haven't been fair to you,

coming here like this with a chip on my shoulder,

accusing you without giving you

a chance to tell your side of the story.

Now tell me what happened,

exactly what happened,

and no matter what you say,

I'll believe you.

Hmm?

Weren't you listening?

I said tell me what happened.

What were you thinking about?

You in court.

I'd love to hear you fighting for a woman's life.

Why, this is the case you've always hoped for.

Your big opportunity to prove that you're

the best darned lawyer in the country.

Do you think you could win?

Fighting for you? Of course I'd win.

How? What would you say

defending me?

Well, I

- I haven't quite figured it out yet,

but for one thing,

our defense would be honest

and straight to the point.

You killed Otto Krayler.

We'll admit that. Yeah.

But when I tell why you killed him, not a man or

woman in that courtroom would dare to condemn you.

Oh, I can see you standing in there

pleading for me-your wife-

whose only crime was defending herself

against the brutal advances of this human wolf.

Th-There was nothing else you could

do. Th-They'll understand that.

I'll make them understand. And in defending me,

you'll be pleading the case of all womankind.

It's wonderful. You'll be

sensational. Uh, do you think so?

Uh-huh. Oh, forget it. You're

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