Julie Page #3

I was just playing bridge with some friends.

Well, have one drink

with us anyway, please.

All right, just one.

I'm sure they won't

mind waiting.

Say, speaking

of waiting,

you surely kept me waiting for ages

this morning,

Julie.

I'm sure Julie

had a good excuse.

That man- he knows

how it is.

Uh, what are you

drinking, Peg?

Same as yours, please. Martini.

What is, Peggy?

Well, you know

your wife.

Golly, she bumps

into people,

and she yaks

and yaks.

You were talking

to someone?

I bumped into everybody

this morning.

I just couldn't seem

to get to the golf course.

It was

the darnedest thing.

Thanks a lot

for the drinks.

Bye, Peg.

See you later.

So long, Peg.

Darling,

I forgot my bag.

Would you get it,

please?

I'll get it.

Cliff, I can't

stand this anymore,

having these doubts

and suspicions

and whispering

behind his back.

I've got to find out.

But how?

I'm going to find out for myself,

and I'm going to find out tonight.

Julie, be careful.

Thanks, darling.

Bye-bye, Cliff.

Good-bye.

I'd listen

by the hour to Lyle practicing.

He played so beautifully.

But today there was something

strangely disturbing

about his music,

a sort of savage fury

that...

that was almost

frightening.

Gradually, as I listened

to him play,

I began evolving a plan.

It was a desperate,

last-resort measure

to learn the truth.

I wondered

if I had the courage

to go through

with this plan.

It could cost me my marriage

if Lyle were innocent.

If he were guilty...

it could cost me my life.

I lay in bed listening

to the roar of the ocean,

the slap of the spray

against the window.

I was fighting

to get up my courage.

This was it.

My heart was pounding,

but I was determined

to go on with my plan,

and I had to make it seem convincing.

Even if the words

choked in my throat,

Lyle had to

believe them.

Lyle?

Yes?

I was just

thinking about...

what you told me,

about how much

you love me.

Darling, if...

if Bob hadn't died...

what would you

have done?

Why do you ask?

If there had been

one way...

just one way...

to have gotten me...

free from Bob...

would you have done it?

Done what, Julie?

Killed him.

Do you think I'd

have gone that far?

Yes.

And still you married me.

Maybe my love for you

was just as violent

as yours for me.

I'd like to believe that,

but...

Bob committed suicide.

That was the verdict.

Yes...

that was the verdict.

Julie...

you didn't even suspect such a thing

as late as yesterday in the car.

Why do you say that?

Because if you had thought

I killed Bob to have you,

you'd never have been foolish enough

to threaten leaving me.

Then you admit

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