What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? Page #7

you're a little happy, okay?

Who's happy?

I'm not happy.

So now you know.

That's right. So now we know.

Sorry to have bothered you, Miss Hudson.

Good night.

I have the money. Really, I have.

But don't be mean to me.

- You promised me.

- I know I did, and I have the money.

Look, let's go in the kitchen

and have a drink together.

It's nice there.

And then we can be friends again...

and everything.

- I've got something else for you, too.

- What?

It's a surprise. Would you like to have...

You're gonna like your present.

You're really gonna like it.

Drink your drink, Edwin.

I'll go get it for you.

This is my very own.

It's a genuine Baby Jane Doll.

I used to give them

to all my really good friends...

the people that I worked with.

- They made them for me.

- Marvelous.

- Specially.

- Very lifelike.

Now, Jane, you talk to nice Mr. Flagg...

and nice Mr. Flagg will have his money

in a minute.

You're not comfy like that, are you?

Let's go bye-bye.

Here comes the Super Chief.

Stop it!

What was that?

Nothing. I didn't do anything.

She'll take you away from me.

Please...

help me.

She's dying.

For God's sake.

She's dying.

Get away from me!

Edwin, I've got your money.

Edwin, you forgot your money!

He hates me.

Stop.

He's going to tell.

You've got to help me.

We've got to leave.

Please, Blanche.

Help me.

I like this place.

We can just sit here for a while.

And pretty soon the sun will come up

and it will be nice.

You should look at the sea.

It has all lights on it.

You used to like that.

We interrupt this program

to bring you a special news bulletin.

At 11... 25 this morning,

all local law-enforcement agencies...

had assigned Special Details...

to the kidnap-slaying mystery

that surrounds the famed Hudson sisters.

It is believed that Blanche Hudson,

film great of the early '30s...

has been forcibly abducted by her sister,

former child star, Baby Jane Hudson...

from the family home

on North McCadden in Hollywood...

sometime between the hours of

10... 00 p.m. And 10... 30 p.m. Last evening.

With the exception of one witness...

who reportedly saw the Hudson car,

a 1940 or 1941 black convertible...

heading west on Wilshire

and Santa Monica...

no report has been received to date

concerning the missing sisters.

- So you found that colored woman.

- They found her, all right.

Sure is a rotten way

to get your picture in the papers.

You reckon you'll find that Baby Jane,

or whatever her name is?

Sure, we'll find her.

But I guess maybe it'll be too late.

Officer, there's a car down there

parked right out in the road.

I almost got stuck in the sand

when I tried to get around it.

- You mean that old Lincoln convertible?

- That's right.

That was parked there

when we opened up this morning.

The keys are there, but I didn't

want to move it. I thought maybe...

What do you figure?

Cops. How do you figure cops?

This is it.

You must be hot.

Help me.

I'm afraid.

Find someone...

- a doctor.

- I can't.

If I die...

you'll be alone.

But they'll be mean to me,

like they were before.

They'll be kind.

I don't want to hear.

Jane, I'm dying.

There's no time.

You must listen.

I made you...

waste your whole life...

thinking you'd crippled me.

Please stop.

You didn't do it, Jane.

I did it myself.

Don't you understand?

I crippled myself.

You weren't driving that night.

You weren't driving.

You were too drunk.

I wouldn't let you drive.

I made you go open the gates.

I watched you get out of the car.

You'd been so cruel to me at the party.

Imitating me...

making people laugh at me.

I watched you get out of the car.

I wanted to run you down...

crush you.

But you saw the car coming.

I hit the gates.

Snapped my spine.

Then, you mean...

all this time we could've been friends?

You were frightened and ran away.

I managed to crawl out of the car

and up to the gates.

When they found me...

they assumed it was your fault.

You were so drunk and confused.

You didn't know any better.

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