Too Late for Tears Page #3

- We sent it to the police.

You're a liar. You would have

told me that before now.

- I was afraid to.

- You should be. It was mine.

Why would anyone give up

that much hard cash? I don't get it.

- In fact, I don't believe it.

- It's the truth. I swear it is.

And I'm supposed to get up now

and walk out? Is that it?

Well, maybe I will.

But if you turned that money

over to the cops, it'll be in the paper.

If you didn't...

It will be. We sent it back last evening.

All right, I can wait a few more hours

and I doubt that you or your husband

will try a copper.

I'm going to buy an evening paper,

and there'd better be something in it

about money or I'll be around again.

And I'm afraid I'll be

awfully peeved at you, honey.

Bye now.

Alan, you're... you're home early.

Fitzsimmons called me from the bank today.

It seems as if your checks

have started coming through.

He thought I might like to know

that our account's down

a couple of hundred dollars.

I was going to tell you tonight.

There were things I needed, Alan.

Five hundred and eight dollars' worth

of necessities?

That was yesterday. How much today?

How much have you spent all together?

Seven hundred and ninety dollars.

About one tenth of one per cent

of the money we have.

So, you're counting the money in the bag.

We weren't going to touch it,

just leave it there and forget about it.

Now you're spending it like mad

and keeping books on it.

Because the money's ours.

If anyone knew we had it,

they would have been around by now.

I'm sending the claim check

to the district attorney's office

right now, tonight.

Don't I have something to say about that?

I won't let you do it.

I'll take the money and go off by

myself before I let you give it away.

And that's something I won't

let you do. I'm in this now.

If you're caught, I'm caught.

But I wouldn't want you

to do it anyway, Jane.

The money won't buy you anything.

It'll only make you miserable and unhappy.

Let me be the judge of that.

Were you happy when you married Blanchard?

I'm sorry, Jane. I... I didn't mean that.

Jane, Jane. What's happening to us?

What's happening?

The money sits down there in an old

leather bag and yet it's tearing us apart.

It's poison, Jane. It's changing you.

It's changing both of us.

I wish it were that simple, Alan.

But I haven't changed. It's the way I am.

You've got to let me keep that money.

- Don't. Don't, Jane.

- No, Alan.

I won't let you just give it away.

Chances like this are never

offered twice. This is it.

I've been waiting for it, dreaming of it

all my life, even when I was a kid,

and it wasn't because we were poor,

not hungry poor, at least.

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