Madame X Page #4

Look, it's over!

It should never have started,

and it's over.

There's nothing more

to say.

The hell there isn't!

I've never felt

so unloved.

Let me go.

I am in love with you.

If you don't let me go...

Please don't leave me!

I could never leave you.

I'm sorry.

The music plays for us

and the champagne sparkles,

don't write that off.

Phil, I'm going.

(GROANING)

Why, you contemptible,

rotten...

Contemptible, rotten what?

Never end

on a dangling insult.

Please, let me go!

If you promise

not to leave.

(GRUNTS IN DISGUST)

Holly!

(GASPS)

(PHONE RINGING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(PHONE RINGING)

WOMAN ON PHONE:

Operator.

I want to make

a person-to-person call

to Washington, DC.

The party

you're trying

to reach?

Mr. Clayton Anderson,

Lincoln 72791.

Mrs. Anderson is calling.

Well, when do they

expect him in?

Operator.

Operator, tell them

to have him call

the moment he comes in.

It's terribly important.

Thank you.

Estelle,

a terrible thing

has happened!

So you killed your lover,

my girl?

Oh, no! No, no, no.

It was an accident!

I knew what you were

the moment

I laid eyes on you.

Please, listen to me.

Your scarf was brought back

by a detective.

Fortunately,

he worked for me.

Worked?

I had you followed

to protect my son

against just this moment.

You don't mean that.

You can't mean that.

Let me tell you

how it happened.

I don't care

how it happened.

Estelle!

There's no

further need for pretense.

I blame myself.

You've been an embarrassment

from the day

you entered this house!

But how?

Tell me how.

To what purpose?

You can't help what you are

any more than you can help

what you aren't.

You've always been in

over your head.

You couldn't cope.

Just as you can't

cope now.

You're still

a little shop girl

from San Francisco.

You should've stayed

on the other side

of the counter.

Where are you going?

To call the police.

My detective

has already

called the police.

It was careless of you

to leave this.

It could so easily

turn into a noose.

In the name of God,

Estelle!

Itll be an unsavory trial.

Philip Benton had

quite a reputation

among the bedroom set.

But I was never

going to see

Phil again.

I only went

to his apartment

to tell him.

I swear

it's the truth.

Please believe me!

The prosecution will say

you quarreled and

pushed him to his death.

No!

Even if a clever attorney

gets you off,

the mud will cling.

You will never be

free of it,

nor will your husband

or your son!

(SOBBING)

I could help you.

Yes.

I have the means at hand.

Why would you

want to help me?

To be rid of you!

You'll have to give up

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