Woman in Hiding

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All right, Fred, reload.

You better not let that thing

get too hot.

She's liable to blow up and kill

the lot of you.

Not this cannon. You point her north

and she'll start fighting

Yankees all over again.

Say, this isn't the cannon

from the Town Hall Memorial, is it?

Yep. Gonna raise that poor girl,

you'll see.

You can't beat firing a cannon to

bring up a drowned body. What?

Law of nature, young feller.

Light'er up.

Boy, I haven't heard that gag

since Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.

That's my body they're looking for.

Those people, the boats, the cannon...

they're dragging the river for my body.

The body of Deborah Chandler.

No...

Deborah Chandler Clark,

They're looking for the body

of Mrs Selden Clark.

Selden, please.

There's nothing you can do here.

She's dead, Selden.

Don't say that, Lucius.

I've got to say it.

And you've got to face it.

I won't believe it.

I can't.

Not until they find her.

Pardon me, Mr Clark.

I'm from the Gazette.

Not now.

I thought you'd like to make a statement.

No. Please. No statement.

And no pictures.

You're making a big mistake, gentlemen.

After all, a bride leaves the house

alone on her honeymoon night...

Young man, have you ever been horsewhipped?

Are you kidding? Sheriff!

Maybe you don't see

how this looks to other people, Mr Clark.

I mean, human nature being what it is...

A bride goes driving

in the middle of the night.

A good caning might teach you

a decent respect for grief.

Take it easy, Mr Maury.

All right, son. You better run along now.

Okay.

Anything I can do for you, Mr Clark?

No, thank you.

I'm sorry about that, Mr Clark.

But I'm afraid

there's gonna be a lot more of it.

Papers calling up from all over the South.

Some of the big northern papers too.

I'll do what I can to keep them

from bothering you too much.

Thanks.

You won't be going back

to Clarksville right away, will you?

No.

They'll have to have an inquiry tomorrow.

Maybe the next day.

Just a formality, you know. But you

will have to answer a few questions.

What will you tell them, Selden?

Accident?

Suicide?

What would I tell them?

The truth?

The impossible truth

that even I can hardly believe.

No. No one would believe it.

Your secret is safe, Selden.

No one will pry into your grief.

No one will ever dream that your

heart is burdened, not with sorrow

but with murder.

When was it that murder

first entered your mind?

Was it that afternoon I drove

up to the plant?

Was it then?

Deb.

Deborah.

Deborah, weren't you even

going to say hello?

Well, you seemed very busy.

What?

I said that you seemed...

Wait a minute.

Now, what were you saying?

Oh, I just said you seemed very busy.

Well, it's lunch hour.

I'm not busy now.

Well...

hello.

Come on, you can't be

in that much of a hurry.

I haven't seen you here at the mill

for six months.

You haven't seen me at all

in much longer than that.

I know.

I haven't been very attentive but...

it's kind of hard to explain.

Yes, I know.

I've tried explaining it to myself.

Well, dad's waiting.

Now wait a minute, Deb.

You know how I really feel about you.

I thought I did, once.

It's just that...

Well, it's just that I've been busy,

that's all.

Things have been kind of

hectic here at the mill.

I've been working day and night,

spending a lot of time out of town...

It really isn't necessary to explain,

Selden. It's kind of embarrassing.

Hello, Debbie, what are you doing here?

Wasn't I supposed to meet you downtown

for lunch?

I thought I'd drop in for a last look.

After all, I won't be seeing the place

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