I'M DYIN'--ALL SHOT TO PIECES.
AN' THE WORST IS I DIDN'T GIT A CHANST TO SHOOT BACK AT
HIM."
The ambulance men laugh and tell him to be on his way; he is
more scared than hurt. Florence's face becomes tense. Her
lips form the thought that flashes into her mind. "He
lied--to me!" She turns and goes into house.
92--Ella's room. Gas-lit.
Bill looks up eagerly as Florence comes in. Then he stares
as she goes swiftly toward the table drawer. He is quick,
but not swift enough, in his rush to forestall her as she
gets his revolver and "breaks" it, so that the empty
cartridge and five loaded ones drop into her hand.
93--Bust of hand holding discharged cartridge.
Register the fact that it has been fired.
94--Back to 92.
Florence looks up slowly. Bill figures that she will give
him up now, and gives a quick, hunted look around as
Florence closes the weapon and lays it on the table, fully
convinced that she has been lied to. She stands looking down
at the weapon, her face brooding. Suspense. What will she do
about it?
95--Roof of house. Night.
"Cop," with another. No use looking further. Separate, one
going down into tenement again, other across roof toward
another descent.
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