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He kept it a secret even from himself. That's what I'm beginning to understand. Because the man I know, the Hank Lathrop I loved, he was a sweet, sweet, a wonderful sweet husband. The doctor says, he says the baby coming on its way. He won't inherit it because nobody can inherit Hank's kind of trouble. His mind sickness. And I'm not asking for sympathy. I'm just telling you. That's all. I never asked for help. Neither did Hank. Oh no, he did ask. And the only way he could, he tried to ask to let me know. But too late, too late. It was last spring. It was that day he came home so upset. Been married two years. We'd have done the Southside. Well, not really the Southside. It was too close to downtown, to the factories and warehouses. But with no kids, it wasn't too bad. No kids. Well, anyway, we'd been married over two years. Hank, that you? Hi, darling. Good day at work? Yeah, sure. Have something real good for dinner. What are the headlines? What do you mean? I mean, what's the headline in the paper? Oh, Hank, what's wrong, honey? Headache or something? A gruesome murder. What? The headlines. Didn't you ask me what the headlines were? Oh, well, yes, honey, sure. But you don't look well. What is it? What should it be? What's it always? The papers jammed up to here with murder and killing all the time. A man comes home from work, works hard enough, but a man comes home and sees pictures and columns on a mother and a baby killed. Killed near the lake. Mother and a baby murdered. But Hank was always like that, one way or another. It gets upset like that when the pressure's too heavy and when it lets up, he's okay again. Except it didn't let up. Not this time. Because a couple of weeks later, it really hit. Well, that's the last check. The boom dropped the second. Oh, no. Yeah, me and about eight other guys. Oh, Hank, I'm sorry. Makes a guy think he doesn't count for much. Oh, that's not true, darling. You know, you begin to think on a job that maybe they can't get along without you, that you're pretty important in the whole place when you're old, if you left, and then poof. Bye, sonny boy. Maybe they had a good reason. If they could have kept you, they would have. Yeah, sure, sure. You say it and they say it and it's right. Only something inside me says it just got kicked and I don't amounts to much at all. Not much at all. Well, I'm plenty. See, plenty. Yes, darling, you are. You are plenty. You're the most wonderful man in the world. You know I feel that way, don't you? That I really feel that way? Well, then I figure I'm kind of lucky, too. Kind of. Sure, darling. Sure, honey. Sure you are. Luckyer than the poor guy whose wife got killed with a baby. Luckyer than him. Hank, you can't keep getting upset by that. You can't. Not that one. A new one. A second one. It's been a second killing at Lincoln Park. It's just like the first. The papers are full of it. Wouldn't you like your dinner? It's too hot to eat. Too hot to do anything. How can you keep up your strength to look for a job if you don't eat enough? A whole great big brain-y city in mayor and cups and everybody. Can't find it. Hank, please stop reading about those murders. Huh? Oh, yeah. Hank, you're not listening. Sure I am. Why don't we go to the beach? Wouldn't it be swell? Or the amusement park? Remember last year we went, that was fun. You went in that Cupid owl and all. It was fun, wasn't it, darling? It was... Can't you stop looking at that paper for a minute? I just wanted to find out when some news broadcasts must be one on now. No. What? We've had enough of those murders, enough of them. You have to stop thinking about them all the time. Every minute, that's all you think about. Don't tell me what to do. Not like that. Ever. Hank, I... I'm sorry, darling. I said, I'm sorry if I... And the chief of police says it's almost impossible to tell where the maniac was right next. If it had been a few clues, you really hit the man might be... Something was happening to Hank. A man gets kind of dizzy just from being alive sometimes, I guess. It's from being hit too many times by too many things, all kinds of things. After them I didn't understand. Still don't all the way. Oh, but I should have understood. Three months later. That summer night, three months later. Look at them. Look at all these papers. All the same story of everybody running around getting no place. Hank, couldn't you read the newspapers at Walgreens? No. No, I couldn't. Bums read papers for free and I'm no bum. I got a wife and I'm no bum. I'm somebody. Just understand that, Beth. I'm somebody and so are you. Oh, sure, honey. But wouldn't one paper be enough? One a day? They all have the same story, mostly. You spend a dollar, darn half a day on newspapers. Well, what do you want me to do? I'm trying everything I can. What are you accusing me of? That I'm not a good husband? No, Hank. No. Nobody's... I'm not accusing you of anything. You mustn't think that. You act like I did something wrong, that's what. Not just like I wasn't working, but like I was almost a murderer. Like I was that murderer they're all looking for. Oh, it's hot. Too hot in here. If you let me, I'll open the windows. I'll let you. The temperature's over 90. Sure, I'll let you. Why wouldn't I? You... Why, what? Nothing. Well, don't start to say something and stop. Say it. Well, you told me to shut it. I did. I told you to close it. Why would I tell you to close it? Oh, you did, that's all. It isn't important. What's so important about a window being open and closed to make all this argument? Because I didn't. Oh, what time is it? 10. Oh, the news. No, no, I... I don't want to listen to the news. Would you like a cold glass of beer? Yeah. Yeah, beer. Nice tall glass of beer. Only not here, not in this house. At Marty's on the corner, that's the place for a beer. But it costs so much more. Yeah, I know, I know, darling, but I... I just got to get out of here. I have to get with people. Yes, darling, of course. I have some cash, a few dollars. I've been saving it for your birthday. Well, we can celebrate your birthday whenever we want. Sure, honey, sure, darling. I only had three dollars and 28 cents. Funny to remember it exactly like that. Three dollars and 28 cents that I slipped into his pocket when he wasn't looking. And we had beer with the jukebox banging away and me shaking inside. Shaking. I just kept sipping my one beer and watching Hank. He'd be waiting for him to smile and make a joke and then I'd know everything was okay. But he never smiled, didn't even talk. Just drank beer and glared. You know what had? Himself. And the mirror just glared at himself until he stood up. Go home. Together. No, you by yourself. Oh, but Hank, you're... you're kind of tight, darling. Come on, come on, let me take your arm. Don't talk. Please, please, Hank. I said don't talk, now go on, go home. He almost ran out of the place. I knew if I followed him I'd see something terrible. I had to know. I had to know what I guessed was true. And then I saw him rush up to a cop on Lake Street and scream something at him. I couldn't hear, I couldn't hear at all and the crowd was there in no time. I killed him. I killed him. Please, let me go. I can't stand it anymore. I'm telling you. I mean, please, let his wife hang. Darling, please. Officer, please, he didn't do anything, officer. I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand the killing of the murder anymore. I waited in that police station for hours. I waited and wondered because no one told me anything except a kindly man. He gave me a cigarette and talked to me. And then hours, hours and hours later he called me into his office. Can't I see him? Can't I? In a few minutes. Oh, thank you. Thank you so much. I'll never forget you for letting me see him, mister. Doctor, Doctor Broughton. I told you hours ago in the outside office. Did you hear me then? Oh, yes. Yes, I remember. And the rest of what I told you? Please let me see him. He didn't do any harm. He didn't kill anyone. We know he didn't, Mrs. Lathrop. You know? You sure you know? Please listen to me. He didn't kill anybody. But he could. He might. How can you say that? Haven't I been through enough? Don't say that to me. He confessed to two murders he did not commit. He admitted to two murders he had no part of. And he didn't do wrong? Nothing wrong. Will you permit your husband to take treatment? You're saying he should be put away? You're saying he should be put away? You're saying he should be put away? I'm saying he has an illness. I'm saying he's sick and he can't be cured now. Maybe not later, but now he can. No. No, all he needs is love and kindness. Only words. They have no meaning to him right now. They might have once, but not now. Now he only sits, cunning and sharp. Everything is a secret. He should be treated. I should bring him before a board and have him undergo therapy. I'll fight you. I'll work day and night to get the money, but I'll fight you with lawyers to keep you from disgracing him like that. You won't have to. As a doctor, I see he's dangerous, but no court would uphold me. He hasn't committed any overt act to all appearances he's normal. He is. He is normal. But we can't make him accept help. You're the only one who can do that. He can be cured now. He confessed to murders he fantasied himself as having committed. He needs love, not psycho doctors like you. You might easily commit murder if he doesn't get help. Take me to my husband. A month, six months, a year, I don't know when, but he'll cure Mrs. Lathrop. He'll cure. 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A dramatic report well calculated to keep you in sous-pens. I took him right home. Sleep. He needed sleep more sleep than he could ever get. I know that much at least now. And I sat by the bed all that time all the time wiping his face with cold cloths and waiting. Waiting and kissing him when he'd start that awful morning. Love was all he needed. That's what I was so sure about then. So awful sure while he slept like he'd been hit or something. For sixteen hours. Sixteen straight hours. And I knew he'd be fine. Just fine. He couldn't kill. Not Hank. Oh no, he'd be fine. And I remember from a magazine or something. I turned down the radio. I remember that music helps people who are upset kind of. So I tuned it on real soft. Beth? Yes, darling. What time is it? 8.30 at night. Have I been sleeping one? It's 8.30 in the night. Do you know why I did it? That's not important. But it is. It's past. It doesn't make any difference. Showing off. That's what it was. Showing them up. Cops, I mean. Whatever your reason was. It was yours and it's all right, honey. You don't believe me. You don't believe I did it to show them up. Whatever your reason was. Well, it was... It was the... Lie back, darling. No, no. Lie back. Rest Hank. The papers. I've got to know. I've got to. If they're making fun of you, well, they're not, honey. Nobody is. Nobody would. There's nothing to be ashamed of. That's a silly thing. We all do silly things. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a disgrace. A real disgrace. Nothing. Nothing. I even... Like a kid. I even feel like I could... Cry, darling. A man isn't weak. If he cries, darling, he... He's just had too much happen to him. Like women have too much happen. Like anybody. Cry. You'll feel better, baby. You will. I'm weak. No man likes it. Man is weak. No woman likes a man who can't admit he's weak sometimes, honey. You know, this army cry. I never cried before. I never cried when I was a kid. Never. I love you, darling. You have to know that. I love you. You wouldn't leave me, would you? Never. Never. You don't believe what that doctor said. What doctor? That's a police. That doctor. What did he tell you? Nothing, but I got the idea. I smelled it. I figured out what he was driving at. He didn't say much to me. He's a liar for publicity. All those guys are alike. Anything for publicity. I can't blame him. I did it for publicity. Really, that's why I... I don't believe me. I don't know why I did it. I don't know why. Because you had too many bad things happen in a row. Because you had too much beer. Too much hits you, baby. Too much all at once. I don't know why. I don't know why. I felt like I... like somebody should be punished for all this terrible, terrible murders. Like somebody should. Somebody had to. Listen, we'll move from Chicago. Baby, change our name. Run away. Not run away. Leave. Put it all in back of us. Run away like I did something wrong? I told you not run away. Don't twist what I'm saying. I only said... That I should run away from here with you. Push us away. Nobody pushes me around. I know that. Nobody does. Nobody leaves me places like a kid either. It was only your suggestion. Did that doctor tell you to say that to me? No. I told you that the doctor didn't tell me anything. You're lying. You're keeping things from me. He must have told you something. He didn't. Not really. He just said to me to take good care of you. That's all. First nothing and now something. You lied to me. I... I don't know. Nothing. Just... What else? Everything Dr. Broughton said was right and everything I said was wrong. And I felt sick. I was turning against him. When he needed me most, I was turning against him. It wasn't as easy as saying I was turning against him. I... I had to have some advice. I had to be sure. I needed help. I had to go see Dr. Broughton. You want to turn him over to me? No, not that. Then why did you come to see me? For advice. Well, you've done what you could. Why don't you make him submit to care, Mrs. Lathrop? There's still time. Only if he wants to. You'll never agree. Not now. Not by himself. He will. He has to. Logic doesn't reach him very well. This is something more than logic. More than doctors or anything else. He'll want to get cured when he knows he's going to be a father. Well, Doctor... Don't you... figure it that way, too, Doctor? Don't tell him. Not tell him? Not tell him we're going to have a child. Something we'd both wanted so much. It might have the wrong effect right now. Oh, no. It'll make him stronger. Make him more sure of himself. It'll make some men stronger and make others weaker. Less sure and less certain. Is that all the advice you can give me? Not to tell him. Not to tell my husband he's going to be a father. But tell me honestly, Mrs. Lathrop, that's not fair. Will you talk to him about getting treatment? I'm not promising anything. Will you not mention the baby? No promises. I said no promises. He slapped you again. Will you call me? Goodbye. It may be your life and his and your child's, Mrs. Lathrop. When I came home, he didn't even look up. He just kept staring at his hands. I decided maybe I'd let him talk first so I sat in a chair near the window. It wasn't much to see with buildings all close in, but the air smelled good. And I waited until I almost wanted to scream. And for no reason, he got up and went into the kitchen and washed his hands when he came back and sat down. Way out. I've got to figure a way out. Listen, honey. Listen. Everything's going to work out fine. I'll figure it out. It's a man's job to figure it out. I don't need help. It's a man's job. Hank. Hank, I was wondering... wondering if maybe we don't need some other help. What kind of help? I meant like... What kind? What kind? What kind? Stop talking like that. Like what? Like I'm adult or like that? No. Yes. Hank, there are places that help when it gets too tough to figure. No help. Don't need any help. It wouldn't hurt. Hank, please try to understand, Hank. A dirty science. It isn't. It isn't. A magazine. I read it in a magazine. It's a dirty, filthy science. They lied. It's not. What do you know? What do you know about anything? You can't even keep a house. What's wrong with it, Hank? What would you like me to do? Just tell me. It's dirty. Like everything is dirty. I'll clean it every day and wash. Nothing will get it clean. Just scare me, Hank. Please don't talk like that. We're all dirty. We'll never get clean. Listen to me. Listen. You have to come with me. Why? Because you ask? Why? For you? For our baby, Hank. For the baby. Baby. We don't want it at the beach. How? When I worked all the time on it, I finally don't understand behind it. How did I raise my arm with waves like tons of lead? Tons of lead? Get over it. Maybe a sickness didn't go on too long. Maybe a thousand and million maybes and ifs and prayers. 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