Human Desire Page #5

just in case, huh?

In case what?

In case one of us gets nervous.

Do I look nervous?

Yeah, just a little bit.

It's all right, though.

It's very becoming.

I had a headache,

couldn't sleep.

Well, there's more to life

than sleeping, you know?

(LAUGHS)

Took that turn curve

kind of fast, huh?

Well, the engineer's

a friend of mine, he...

(BELL RINGING)

Hello, Warren.

I didn't know you

were making this run.

Oh, honey, this is Jeff

Warren, one of our engineers.

You've met my wife?

How do you do,

Mr. Warren?

Mrs. Buckley.

See you later.

They must have

found him by now.

Now or later, what

difference does it make?

Why'd you take

that money from him?

They'll think it was a robbery.

Sure carried a bankroll,

didn't he?

Don't bother to look.

It's not there.

Burn it, Carl. Please.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

We're going to go on like Owens

never existed. Better maybe.

How, Carl?

Owens was an accident.

An accident I took care of. That's all.

If you don't burn that letter,

it means the end of everything.

No. This letter is going

to keep us together.

There's not going to be anybody else, Vicki.

There's nobody else.

Jeff?

(DOOR OPENING)

Yeah?

Honorable sir, breakfast ready.

So am I. That's quite an outfit.

Who gave it to you?

A fella.

Well, you look like a quiet afternoon

at the Teahouse of the Rising Moon.

Eggs, Jeff?

No, just coffee, Vera.

I had breakfast on the train.

Come on.

Where's Alec?

Down at the yards.

Uh, fix the toast,

Madame Butterfly.

Did you do anything

in the city?

Oh, nothing exciting.

Do you know

Carl Buckley's wife?

Vicki?

Oh, is that her name?

She's pretty.

Did you meet her?

Yeah, I saw them

at the depot this morning.

She used to work

at the station in the city,

the magazine stand.

That's where Carl met her.

A little young to be married

to Buckley, isn't she?

Does that matter

if she's young?

No, I guess not.

They get along all right?

If they don't,

she hides it pretty well.

You up? I was going

to wake you.

Didn't you come in

on Number Four?

Yeah. Why?

They had some trouble on it.

Scratch my back, will you?

Found somebody this morning

up at Rainbow Gap, murdered.

Just came in over the wires.

Don't stop scratching,

over a little further.

Murdered?

Yeah, knifed in a drawing room.

There, that's it, right there.

(SIGHS)

Porter found him.

Did they identify him?

A man named Owens.

They got the sleeper off

on the spur.

The police are all over it.

There, that's good.

Well, that's bad for the

line, a thing like that.

You're not safe

anyplace nowadays.

It must have happened

while you were on the train.

I thought you told me

skirts were getting shorter.

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