Never Say Die Page #2

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I was acquitted.

Just because I'm impulsive

and quick tempered, people talk.

Yes, and with you being

an Olympic pistol champion...

You too!

Oh, pardon me.

John, what you just said

is what the police said.

You don't dare

to think that l...

Why, no, Mrs. Marko.

I think you're as innocent

as a child... a small child.

Way down...

[Marko]

We're going to be

very happy together.

- Don't you think so, John?

- You're the type of woman

I admire.

I'd marry you

just like that,

if it weren't for...

If it weren't for what?

Well, if it weren't for your

present husband, Mr. Marko.

Oh. I thought I told you.

[Sighing]

Oh, poor Pierre!

Yes, poor Pierre.

L...

"Poor Pierre"?

What happened to him?

He fell off

the Matterhorn.

Oh, that's too...

That's a mountain!

Thirteen thousand,

six hundred

and sixty-nine feet.

He was never found.

Did they look?

Were you there,

Mrs. Marko?

Oh, I saw it all.

It was horrible.

Why, when it happened,

l-I wasn't a foot behind him.

Think of that.

I'll bet you could have

reached right out...

and touched him,

eh, Mrs. Marko?

Easily.

Seven years.

Seven years.

That's how long we'll

have to wait, Mrs. Marko.

When a husband disappears,

you have to wait seven years.

Not in mountain climbing.

I'd be willing

to bet.

Oh, you'd lose.

I stopped in Geneva

to find out.

I had the same lawyers

as the League of Nations.

Oh.

I'm entirely free.

Oh, well, Mrs. Marko,

you wouldn't want

to marry me.

I'm a hopeless invalid.

I'm liable to die, just like that.

You mistrust me!

You act as though you

don't want to marry me.

Why, I've told everyone

I came here to...

Shh! Don't.

Oh, I must control myself.

I mustn't lose my temper.

No, no.

Don't do that!

No! Uh, oh.

You do intend to marry me,

don't you, John?

Why...

Well, uh, l-l...

Let...

I'll get it.

You do...

don't you, John?

Oh, sure.

No other thought ever

entered my mind, Mrs. Marko.

Then that's settled.

I'll go and change.

Yes.

And then we'll

set the date.

Date.

[Door Closes]

Jeepers!

I gathered from what

I overheard, sir...

that we're

in a slight miasma, sir.

Miasma is right.

I should advise

a firm stand.

I had a brother-in-law...

since deceased...

who sponged lions

for a living, sir.

He always said...

Oh, shut up, Jeepers!

Feel my pulse.

It's doing that again.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Waltzing?

Yes, sir.

I'd better drop down

to the chemist's, sir,

and get your acidity test.

Oh, yes. Good.

I'll meet you

at Dr. Schmidt's.

And as for Mrs. Marko,

I should tell her

to go fry an egg.

Yeah, and get shot down

like a clay pigeon.

"The coward dies

a thousand deaths,

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