Where Danger Lives Page #3

...after a fashion.

Where are you going?

- I think I'll go out and get some fresh air.

- Not without me.

You lied to me.

"My father's old...

...on borrowed time. "

I lied because I love you.

I knew you wouldn't understand.

I don't understand.

I never loved him.

I tell you, I never loved him.

Of that there was never any question...

...my dear.

But I can assure you, she's had many

very good reasons for being grateful.

So...

...you're bowing out.

Well, I think that's wise.

A scandal can be quite damaging

to a career.

You don't think that's why I'm going.

The point's irrelevant.

Good night...

...Dr. Cameron.

Jeff...

...tonight, when I came back...

...he told me

I could go away with you.

- He told me tonight.

- That's true...

...up to a point.

Well, the bags are packed.

If you want her,

you can have her.

Only first, you should know

what you're getting.

Tomorrow's too late to repent.

Jeff, don't listen to him.

He'll say anything, do anything.

Jeff, don't go.

I'm bleeding.

He tore the earring.

He tore it from my ear.

You must be mad.

So the little clinging vine brings out

your protective instincts.

- Get your things, Margo.

- Yes, get your things, Margo.

But before you go,

there's something I have to say...

...that will intrigue him enormously.

If you take her, it's a long road.

There's no turning back.

Oh, Jeff, take me away now.

Now can be a long time,

Dr. Cameron...

...but time passes...

...and then there's the end

of the road.

- We're leaving.

- Not until he's heard the rest.

Jeff!

- Let's go, Margo.

- Margo...

Appealing, isn't she?

He's out.

Are you hurt?

He got me right here.

You put a pillow under his head,

I'll get some water and bring him around.

I wish you'd stop

calling her my daughter.

She happens to be my wife.

I wish you'd stop

calling her my daughter.

She happens to be my wife.

Jeff. Jeff!

Jeff.

What is it, Margo?

I think he's dead.

No.

No, sometimes people look dead when...

What will we do?

We have to call somebody.

- First, call the police.

- You can't.

You can't. Not after what...

Better answer it.

Answer it.

Hello. Yes.

What?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Who was that?

The airport.

Confirming the plane reservations.

The plane.

We can take that plane.

No, we have to call the police.

But, Jeff, they'll call it murder.

Accident.

It was an accident, you know that.

Yes, I know that, but who'll believe you?

You've been drinking, husband, wife...

- I'm still a doctor.

- Who'd want a doctor who killed a man...

...even if you went free?

Killed.

Jeff, don't you understand

what I'm saying?

I don't know, I think I...

The hospital.

When do they expect you back?

Tonight or...

Jeff, concentrate.

The weekend. Mon... Sunday.

Sunday night.

Two days.

He won't be found for three, not until

the servants come back on Monday night.

- We can leave a car at the airport.

- We must try to...

I don't know. My head's

throbbing so much I just can't think.

Oh, Jeff.

You'll never know

how much you mean to me.

How much I need you now.

Passengers for

Flight 88, Chicago and New York...

...please go to Gate 4.

Passengers for Flight 88...

...Chicago and New York,

please go to Gate 4.

Mr. and Mrs. Frederic Lannington,

Flight 88.

Here are your tickets.

Gate 4, please.

- Thank you.

- Surely.

May I have your tickets?

We're all right.

You'll be sitting down soon.

- Margo, I...

- Don't talk, come on.

Will Mr. Frederic

Lannington please report to the desk?

Mr. Lannington, please...

...report to the desk.

You wait here.

I'll see what's the matter.

What is it?

The police.

We can go out the side entrance.

- I don't think we...

- Come on, they haven't seen us.

Will Mr. Frederic Lannington

please report to the desk?

Mr. Lannington, please.

The millionaire?

Yeah.

- He's on Flight 88.

- Did you ever see his wife?

- Boy, is she a dish.

- She's with him.

Would you give him this message?

Somebody phoned to wish him good luck.

Are you feeling any better?

- Jeff, are you feeling any better?

- Mm-mm.

My head hurts.

Feels like it's exploding.

Aren't we going pretty fast?

We need to go fast.

I thought if we got to the border

and got across into Mexico...

And we can. It's only 500 miles.

We'll be there before daylight.

Jeff.

Jeff. Jeff.

Everything's quiet.

It's too quiet,

I can hear the crickets.

What's happened?

What are we doing here?

He hit you. He tried to kill you,

and then you hit him back.

You had to.

He... He fell and hit his head.

Oh, darling, you must remember.

Yeah, I remember.

What I can't figure out is,

what are we doing in this place?

But I just told you,

we're getting away, I...

- I thought if we could reach the border...

- Are you completely crazy?

You let me take that wheel.

- You're not fit to drive.

- I'm fit enough.

We're going back.

- No, we can't.

Move over.

We have to.

We have to go back.

Don't you realize that by running

I'm admitting guilt?

I'm admitting I killed your...

I wish you'd stop

calling her my daughter.

She happens to be my wife.

You were his wife.

Yes. Why go into that now?

You were his wife.

Oh, what a mess

I've made of everything.

What a mess

we've both made of things.

What road are we on?

What road are we on?

You must have really blacked out.

We came south out of San Jose

after they asked for you at the airport.

Asked for me?

Well, no, but we'd given his name...

...the police were there.

It was a trick to get you back.

So we just ran, huh?

In a car that every cop

is gonna be looking for.

No. This is my car, not his.

- Can't we get the police calls on this radio?

- It's broken.

Oh, my darling.

What's gonna happen to us?

My head feels like a...

Like a giant racer.

Up and around, over and down.

Aching and pounding.

But sometimes the aching stops

and everything's perfectly clear.

Just a few hours ago,

I thought I was on top of the world.

- Now look at me.

- All I wanted was your happiness.

Our happiness.

You're right.

We have to go back.

Funny end to it, isn't it?

You wanted to be a doctor.

I wanted to help make you

the biggest doctor in the country.

Well, maybe it's not the end.

Maybe we'll still love each other...

...after we've both paid

for what we've done.

Both?

When I tried to make you board

that plane...

...I signed both our names

to a murder confession.

- But you didn't do it.

- I'm just as guilty.

- Say you love me.

- But you didn't do it.

Jeff, do we have to go back?

Do we have to?

- How far south are we of San Jose?

- Ten miles.

Highway 152 hits Fresno.

We might stand a chance

through Bakersfield and Phoenix.

Slip across into Mexico at Nogales.

I still don't know

if I'm doing the right thing.

Stop!

- It's a roadblock.

- What'll we do?

There's no choice now.

Some car's turning off

on that side road.

- A rancher, I guess.

- Yeah.

Okay, folks.

This is an inspection point.

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