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June!

Look who's here, sis.

Why, Hazel cousins!

Hello, June.

How you been, you old so-and-so?

Oh, gosh, it's good to see you!

Tell me, do you see
any of the old crowd--

You know, the dear old campus?

No. I don't get around much.

I've been taking a motor trip
with a friend.

And when I saw you were here,

I simply had to come in
and say hello.

That's swell.

Come on, snap into it, honey.

We're on next.
I'll be right back.

What's the matter, June?

I'll have to tell you.

I've got to tell somebody
to get it out of my head.

Hazel, I shouldn't go on
with this act.

I'm afraid.

Afraid? Of what?

Oh, it's something that's been
on my mind for a long time now.

Didn't bother me much at first,

but now it's driving me--
No, no, I can't go out.

What's the matter?
What's happened?

Do you remember that round-Robin
letter we all sent each other?

Yes.

Well, in that letter,
one of the girls mentioned

how miraculous
some swami in New York was

in predicting what was
going to happen to us.

So you sent for your horoscope?

Did you, too?

Well, he sent us
3 letters--warnings.

I didn't tell my sister.

Hazel, he said something terrible

was going to happen
to one of us--

An accident--

And that the other
one of us would go--

Oh, no, I can't go on,

way up there.

Oh, no, I'm afraid.

June!

Come on, we're on.

Good-bye.

Ladies and gentlemen!

I take great pleasure
in introducing to you

the marvel of
the Joe E. Marvel circus,

the Raskob sisters!

And now the Raskob sisters

will do their world-famous
double flip,

done without a net--

The most breathtaking,
death-defying

aerial feat that this,

or in my opinion,
ladies and gentlemen,

any generation, will ever see!

I worked this horoscope out 5 times.

It predicts great happiness,

but still I’m afraid to send it.

Why, swami?

Because I was fatally wrong
about June Raskob.

Her future was as
happy as this one.

A week after I wrote her,

her sister was dead,
and she was insane.

You must send it.

Have I--

Have I lost the power
to divine the stars?

No, swami.

But you must send the letter

for the sake of those 12 women

who wrote the round Robin
asking for their horoscopes.

They were schoolgirls together.

Their lives form
one chain of destiny--

12 women who believe.

Don't destroy their fate
in the occult, swami.

What is in that brain of yours?

Your eyes--

We've met before,
of that I'm certain.

Not on this earth.

Were we lovers in another
incarnation, swami?

Tell me.

Couldn't you learn
by casting my horoscope?

I have cast it...

To see if the heavens
could explain your--

Your effect on me.

Yes?

Please don't make me tell you.

Tell me.

It is death I read for you.

Aren't we all to die?

But you not pleasantly.

Oh, the thought is too horrible.

Your body--
mangled like that.

How?

An accident, the stars say.

A railroad, perhaps.

How strange.

So are you to die like that.

Don't look at me that way.

Don't look at me like that.

You're very tired, swami.

Sleep is so sweet.

Hazel!

Oh, mother!

We're playing Tarzan,
and nan' says I can't climb trees.

But Tarzan did, mother,
so why can't I--

Shh.

Los Angeles calling
Mrs. Helen Frye, New York.

Mrs. Helen Frye?

Yes?

Hello? Hello, Helen.

Why, Laura Stanhope.

It's grand hearing you again.

What's up?

Oh... oh, yes.

His prediction came true.

Oh, but, dear,
that's just a coincidence,

may going like that,
and then Hazel.

We mustn't believe in it, Helen.

I'm going to put
a stop to it, do you hear?

Listen, Grace Coombs
lives out here,

and Jo Turner's going to stop off
on her way back from Hawaii.

Helen, you try to come out.

Oh... oh, I'd love to, Laura,

but George has been
so wretched since--

Since the baby left us.

I don't think I’d--

But the trip will do you good.

We'll laugh those fool horoscopes
right out of our heads.

All right.
Let me know.

Good-bye.

Can I, mother, in my old clothes?

Yes, darling, you can climb the
apple tree in your own yard.

OK!

Oh, hello, Grace.

How are you?

Come on, sit down.

Oh, another one
of those messages, huh?

Yes.

Grace, if you don't stop
selling your soul to the devil

by believing in those
foolish horoscopes...

What about may?

And Hazel is in jail.

It's pitiful, yes,

but the result of natural causes.

And belief in anything else
is believing in... Magic.

But, Laura--

And you could help the rest of us,
Grace, if you'd hush...

and stop writing your letters
telling us all to prepare for our--

But the moon does
control the tides,

and nothing can live
without the sun.

Why shouldn't we be controlled?

Because we are reasoning
human beings, silly,

and not irresponsible machines.

Listen, Laura,

this letter came from the
swami just an hour ago.

I have to tell you.

Listen.

"I would do anything
to prevent the disasters

"that have come down upon
you and your friends,

"as I would do anything
to save my own life.

"But I can do neither,
for I am helpless, too.

"I knew too much
about the heavens.

"They're killing me.

"My own horoscope shows

that I am to leave this
earth before July 1st."

Well, if I needed anything
more than common sense

to disprove your argument,
that would be enough.

No one is going to
take his own life

just to prove to 12 women
that he's a good stargazer.

You're deranged, Grace.

If this happens...

If the swami himself does die,

how can we disbelieve?

In New York before July 1st.

Well, that makes it
practically unanimous.

I'll have a lemonade
with bitters, please.

Excuse me.

Aren't you Helen Dawson?

Before I was married, yes.

Hello, um...

St. Alban's school, wasn't it?

Oh, I--I have forgotten your name.

Ursula Georgi.

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, isn't this fun
meeting like this?

Are you going to the coast?

It doesn't seem long

since we were
in St. Alban's, does it?

Tell me about the girls.

It's nice of you
to ask about the girls.

As I remember, it wasn't
very pleasant for you.

Oh... I didn't mind having to leave.

It was hard on the missionary

who sent me there.

He picked me up in India

to, uh, to save me.

All those things mattered
so dreadfully then.

They seem so childish now.

How I used to envy you girls--

Your parties, your sororities.

You're lucky you don't belong,
if you ask me.

Because of those timetables

laid out by the stars
you were talking about?

You straight-thinking,
oh-so-rational Anglo-Saxons

don't believe
in such things, do you?

Laura doesn't, thank goodness.

Mrs. Stanhope always was a
strong character, wasn't she?

Yes. That's why she's
getting us all together--

To laugh it all away.

I haven't laughed in so long.

My little girl had the bluest eyes.

She was just 2 1/2 years old.

It's what happened
to Yogadachi himself

that makes it all so convincing.

He predicted
even the date he'd go.

You can't laugh that off, can you?

No.

I want you to read his last letter.

Isn't that silly?

A man I've never seen--

He has the nerve to tell me
that I'm going to kill myself.

Why the gun, then?

Aren't you afraid that--

Afraid? Why, of course not.

It belongs to my husband.

I brought it along with me

just to prove to myself
that that swami is bogus.

If--if I avoided the thing now,

I would know that I was afraid.

Oh, are you going to bed?

Yes. It's so late.

We'll be in Los Angeles
in the morning.

I'll see you at breakfast.

Fine.

If I were you, I’d--

This? Oh, don't worry.

No stars are going to twinkle,
twinkle me into committing suicide.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, you let an old lady beat you.

You did not beat me.

I let you win 'cause you're a girl.

You're going to help mother
now, darling. Come on, you run--

Ah, she don't want to
help you, mother.

Yes, she does want
to help me, too.

Scoot.

Oh, he's precious.

I do envy you, Laura.

To me, life is just an ashtray
full of cigarette butts.

Why don't you marry again, Jo?

Oh, I would if I was sure of
getting a kid like Bobby.

What about the present fiance?

Oh, he's a lot of fun,

but all he wants
is a well-stocked cellar,

a racehorse, bridge...

Anything but babies.

Laura, why don't you
marry again sometime?

No.

I could never be dependent
on anyone again.

I love standing on my own feet.

I wonder if any woman can.

Why not?

I say, do you remember

how you were always afraid
the boys would go too far,

and I was afraid
that they wouldn't?

Here, let me help.

Well, here's Helen's.
Where do you want her?

Oh, let's put Helen there, hmm?

Excuse me, Mrs. Stanhope.

Mother!

Can I put this up in my room
with nails, mother?

It's for my engine to sleep on.

Hey, Burns,
will you do it for me?

Sure.

That's keen! Come on.

Burns, where's Mrs. Frye?
Didn't you meet her?

I met the train, yes, ma'am,
but no one came.

Isn't it funny Helen didn't wire?

Oh, she probably missed him
and is taking a cab.

What do you say, sergeant?

I agree with you,
coroner, for once.

Mmm. Much obliged.

What is it?
What's happened?

Suicide.

Sergeant Clive here
says the restricted angles

of the compartment prove that.

He's the mathematician
of the department, so--

Suicide's bad enough,
but I'm relieved it wasn't--

Murder? No.

On the other hand,

something makes one kill oneself.

So suicide is murder.

Trouble is,

you can't arrest
a "something," can you?

I beg your pardon.

The Porter believes he saw you
passing Mrs. Frye's drawing room

at about the time
the suicide happened.

That's very possible.

Tell me, did you hear
or see anything unusual?

I can't say that I did.

I feel terribly upset about it.

I met the lady on the train,
and she seemed very charming.

Thank you, miss--

Or is it "Mrs."?

Miss Сlemons.

Clemons.

Thank you, miss Clemons.

All right, folks.
You can go now.

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

Jo, I sent a wire
to Helen in New York--

"thought perhaps
you'd missed the train."

Haven't gotten an answer yet.

Strange, isn't it?

- Hello, Grace.
- Hello, dear.

- How are you?
- Very well, thank you.

- Jo Turner's here.
- Oh.

- Hello, darling.
- Jo, dear.

Quite in the flesh.

Darling, I'm sorry to make a liar
out of your infallible swami,

but I haven't killed myself
over a man yet.

Jo.

He should have known
that it's the men...

that kill themselves over me.

Sit down, Grace dear.
Sit down.

Oh, Jo, please don't
be so flippant.

What is written in the stars
must come to pass.

OK with me.
I've had a lot of fun.

You're both faithless.

Sure. When the gods
are fed up with me--voila.

Don't pay any attention to her, Grace.

Beg pardon, madam.

Oh, yes.

We'll wait dinner
for the others, Henry,

but you might bring some
cocktails in here, please.

Yes, but, excuse me, a policeman.

May I come in?

You'll excuse me,

but the baggage belonging
to a Mrs. Frye...

was marked to be delivered here.

Has anything happened?

I'm terribly sorry.

It appears to be...
Suicide.

It happened on the train.

Do you know of any reason
that could account for--

I, uh--Mrs. Frye, a couple
of months ago, sergeant,

lost her only child,
and since then--

I can understand that,
Mrs. Stanhope.

We were just going to
have a reunion dinner.

Old classmates.

Mrs. Stanhope,

if you'll be kind enough to drop
into headquarters...

Tomorrow, say...
A routine statement about Mrs. Frye--

Oh, yes, of course, sergeant.

Thank you.
Good night.

Good night.

Well, do you still doubt, Laura?

Are you still laughing, Jo?

Yogadachi's been right again.

Oh, you must accept
his truth, as I have.

That's the trouble with you, Grace!
Glorifying such rot!

Rot? I tell you that
nothing could save Helen,

nor may, nor Hazel, from fate.

Don't you understand?
It was written for them...

As it is for all of us.

Well, if it's all settled
for us, why worry?

Stop talking about it!
Stop thinking about it!

Anyone can think
themselves into anything!

You two are stumbling in a dark,
material world.

I am above it...
As Yogadachi was.

Death means peace, freedom.

I shall meet him... Gladly.

Well, I shan't.

Depression or not, personally,
I'm mad about this world.

Oh! Go on home, Grace!
You give me the creeps!

No, no, not I,
but what's written for you,

only you're afraid to face it.

Grace, I think you'd better go.

Just as you say.

Brrrr!

She gives me the jitters!

Guess you'd feel
the same way, too,

if you'd received one
of those horoscopes.

I have.

No!

I've been trying not
to think about it, Jo.

He warned me that...

That something dreadful
would happen to Bobby...

on or... Before his birthday.

But my dear, why on earth
didn't you go to the police?

Oh, I... I was determined not
to give in to superstition.

Yes, but... Surely it's gone
beyond a joke now.

You're right.

When I see that detective
in the morning,

I'm going to tell him everything!

I think you should.

When is Bobby's birthday?

Sunday.

Three days.

I don't know how I've...
Lasted... Away from you.

You haven't.

You've grown fat.

Well, it's a soft job.

Did you have any trouble
finding the place?

No.

I thought a little house
would be better--

Yes, Burns.

How long does a man have
to be in love with you

before you call him
by his first name?

Why, you--you'd think
I was working for you.

You are!

Yeah.

- Haven't you missed me?
- Of course I have.

When are you going to
tell me about things?

When are we going
to stop with all this?

Shh.

I didn't figure on going this far.

I didn't even think it'd work!

But you see it does.

With the others, perhaps.

But... but miss stanhope!

Is Mrs. Stanhope--
Laura--

Is she still strong?

Yes, she is.

I hate her--

Her cool, poised character,

her rigid mind.

You will never break her.

Yes, I will.

"That big elephant
that was so friendly

picked him right up
with his trunk!"

Here, Robert.
It's for you.

Does it say my name on it?!

Yes.

I bet it's a present
for my birthday!

Mmm! Chocolates, nan'!

Not until you've finished your milk!

'Bye, darling.

Where'd that come from?

The mail, madam.

Perhaps I shouldn't
have given it to him.

It must be a present for sunday.

Sunday.

Now, can I, nan'?
Can I?

No! No.
Not so early in the morning, darling.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Stanhope.

Come along, Bobby.
You'll be late for school.

No! No...
No... Bobby.

How would you like
to miss school today,

stay at home and help nan'
with your birthday party?

Can--can Burns finish
building my pirate place?

You bet he can!
Would you like that?

Thank you, mommy!

Hey, Burns!
I don't have to go to school today!

Well, the candy's ok,

but it's been tampered
with since it was bought.

If anybody had eaten it,

he'd have strangled
to death in 30 seconds.

Bobby!

How many of the swami's predictions
have come true, Mrs. Stanhope?

- 3.
- 4.

You must remember that the swami
foretold his own death.

Well, there's no sense in it.

The man goes out
and mails the candy,

then goes and kills
himself. No sense!

That's right, chief.

Looks like the swami was hired
to scare those women into--

How can you hire
a man to kill himself?

Eh, there's no sense in it.

Anyway, sergeant, it's your case.

If I think about it anymore,

I'll probably wind up
in the booby hatch!

That's just what happened
to the other people--

Thinking about it too much.

This case is just crazy enough
for sergeant Clive to solve.

Excuse me, lady.

Oh, w-why should the swami
want to kill my little boy?

Perhaps he didn't.

This package was stamped
at the parcel post window

at 14 minutes past 3:00.

Now, the accident happened
at 2 minutes past 12:00.

Hmm! The swami was
dead for over 3 hours

when the candy was mailed.
- Dead?!

But someone else is still alive.

S-Someone who--
Who still wants to kill Bobby!

Possibly.

There must be an accomplice...

And the person that
mailed this box of candy

is very likely responsible
for everything that's happened.

- I'm going to find that person.
- Oh!

I'll send some men
to your house at once.

I suggest that...

You be at your boy's side constantly.

Oh, yes.
Yes, I'll be very careful.

- Good-bye, sergeant.
- Oh, pardon me.

Is that sorority pin
always worn there?

Yes. That's the ritual.

And only the girls who were members
of your particular club wear them?

Yes.

Where is St. Albans seminary?

North of San Francisco, at Medura.

What are you thinking, sergeant?

I was just thinking of you,
of your boy, Mrs. Stanhope.

- Oh, thank you.
- Not at all.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

It seems incredible that
such things as you describe

could possibly be happening

to those other children
of mine out in the world.

They're not children anymore.

The New York police questioned
Mrs. Hazel cousins in jail.

She told them that she
started the round Robin,

but, uh...
You gave her the idea.

Why, how could she say
that, when I didn't?

I was merely having luncheon
with the dear child,

when I was attending a conference
of educators in New York.

Pardon me, miss Kirsten.

Hazel cousins insists that
you suggested the idea to her.

Oh, but Mr. Clive, I?

Why--oh! It's simply impossible!

Why--why, I--
wait a moment.

I'm remembering something.

Yes, I did see someone else.

Who?

Yes... yes! The mood
is coming back to me.

Schoolgirl friendships
fading and soon forgotten.

That's a lovely sentiment,
but would you mind telling me who?

- Of course not.
- Who?

Another one of my girls.
Ursula Georgi.

Hmm.
That's a very musical name, isn't it?

- Do you mind saying it again?
- Ursula Georgi.

Ha! You enunciate beautifully,
miss Kirsten.

Oh ho!

What was she like?

Sweet--very--
and mystical!

Sounds very interesting.

Now tell me, miss Kirsten,
have you a photograph?

I mean, a class group or anything--

Oh, no. She wasn't here
long enough for that.

One day, she decided to leave, and--

And she left.

You're a very
understanding young man.

Oh, why didn't I go
to the police sooner?

I've been crazy, Jo!

Trying to whip instinct with--
With just reason.

Oh, you mustn't talk like this!
You mustn't even think like this!

No, I know I mustn't.
I know I mustn't.

But I am!

That boy of mine's all I've got, Jo.

How can I help it with things
I don't understand striking at him,

like it did the others,

out of the dark wh--
Where you can't protect him,

imagining that--that every little
breath he takes may be his last!

Nothing can happen here.

No. My mind tells me
it's impossible,

but it is happening!

I'm afraid.

Jo, I'm afraid!

Bobby! Bobby!

Darling, promise mother you'll never
leave the house alone again.

- Promise?
- Why not, mumsy?

Oh, mother's just a little
worried, that's all.

You don't need to worry, mumsy.

I'll take care of ya.

Clear this to New York
right away, will ya?

All right, sergeant.

Give this to master Bobby,
with all your love.

And don't drop it.

I...

I can't.

I can't bear the thought of it.
I...

I can't do it!

Of course you will!

Darling! You and I are going
away together, aren't we,

as soon as everything is done?

You'll do it, won't you?

What... what will it do to him?

He won't know anything.

He'll bounce it.

Children always bounce rubber
balls, don't they?

And then--

Why, it--it--

Shh!

You've done a lot for me, Jo.

We've helped each other, rather.

But with sergeant Clive around,
you won't need me.

Ah! But just the same,
I hate to see you go.

I hate going, too,

only I don't dare stay.

Why?

Oh, well,
I've followed my fiance, and...

I believe anything of myself
when I'm in love.

Look here, Jo.

You surely don't believe
your prediction?

I'm human, too.

Do you know,
the only credulous animal

on the whole face of the earth...

Is the human!

Ha ha ha! Jo! Ha ha ha!

If you'll excuse me,
Mrs. Stanhope.

Yes, Burns.

I hope you don't mind.

I, uh... I took the Liberty of...

Well, of getting the
little fellow a...

Well, I got him a ball
for his birthday.

Oh, that's very thoughtful
of you, Burns!

I'm sure he'll like it.

Is the car ready, Burns?

- Yes, miss Turner.
- Oh, good.

Well, darling.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye, Jo.

What's that?

A present, dear, from Burns.

Can I see it?

Oh, no!
No, no, Bobby!

If you open it now, you won't have
anything left for your birthday!

Come on, sweet.
Now, take your nap.

That's a man.

All right?

Here's a wire from
New York, sergeant.

- Are you almost through?
- Just about, sergeant.

- Say, I know that woman!
- Yeah?

Yeah, she was on the train when
Helen Frye committed suicide!

Let me have it.

- Mike!
- Coming.

We want this woman.
Her name's Ursula Georgi.

Half-breed type.

Half-hindu, half-Japanese.
I don't know.

She's living right here in this town.
I want you to find her.

Check every move she makes.

There are 1,238,048
people in Los Angeles,

and you want only 1 woman?
Cinch!

Get going. Get going.

Nan', did you tell Burns
I wanted him?

He's bringing the car,
Mrs. Stanhope.

- Are these all the presents?
- Yes, Mrs. Stanhope.

Well, I won't feel satisfied until
I have every one of them tested.

I suppose it's silly,

but ever since that
poisoned candy came...

Put these in the car please, Burns,
and then take me to headquarters.

Yes.

What's the matter, Burns?

I beg your pardon, Mrs. Stanhope.

I'd... I'd hoped
to have the afternoon off.

You see... My mother is not well.

Oh, well, I'm sorry, Burns.

Well... well,
I'll tell you what you do.

You drop me off at headquarters,

and then you take the car
on out to your mother's.

Sergeant Clive will bring me home.

But--

Anything wrong, Burns?

Why, I don't know.
Something--

Is your switch on?

Well, I got a hot line
on Ursula Georgi.

She bought herself some dynamite
at a hardware store.

Dynamite?!

How could she get hold of
dynamite without a permit?

Talked him right out of it.
He says she gave him the willies.

Mike, we've got to get that woman!

Oh, sergeant!

Here's some more dope
on that hindu dame's case.

Read it.

"Yogadachi's chauffeur Burns
disappeared a month ago."

Burns!

Hello. Get me Mrs. Stanhope
in Beverly Hills, quick.

You have her number on the board.

Hello? Is Mrs. Stanhope there?

Mrs. Stanhope has just
left for your office.

She's taking all the packages
that Bobby had for his birthday.

Is Burns there?

Burns? He's driving her down.

Do you know if there was a present
from Burns among those things?

A what?
A rubber ball?

Come on, Mike!

Los Angeles police department
calling all cars.

Man, on radio: Watch all roads
from Beverly Hills.

Be on the lookout for a limousine
driven by a chauffeur.

Contains a woman passenger.

They're headed toward
police headquarters.

Be careful.

Not so fast, please, Burns.

Burns, don't you hear?
Not so fast, please!

Burns! Burns!

Throw out the packages!

Take me home, sergeant!
Take me home!

Mike, take care
of Mrs. Stanhope's car.

Ok, sergeant.

I--I can't stand any more of this!

Why should she want to kill Bobby?

I don't understand it!

Mrs. Stanhope,
I wish you'd get out of town

until we catch
this Ursula Georgi.

Oh, anything!
Anything to get away from all this!

Why don't you take the train
for New York tonight?

- Yes... yes, I will! Tonight.
- Fine.

Los Angeles Police
Department calling all cars.

Be on the lookout for a man.

He may be dressed in a
light-gray chauffeur's uniform.

Also a woman,
a half-caste Indian.

Watch all trains.

Watch all highways.
Watch all boats.

How are we going to
beat this dragnet?

If you'd only let this go
this morning...

They've got--
They've got everything watched!

As if I--I'd run into their arms!

- They don't think!
- Well, what-- what about me?

I'll come back for you. So wait.

I'll check this at the station,
and you can pick it up when we leave.

Go on a train?
Didn't you hear that?

All trains are--
Why can't we hide out here

till this thing blows over?

They can't hang anything on us now!

Nothing's going to happen
to the boy now.

You can't go on a train after what
Yogadachi said would happen to you.

Yogadachi was a fake!

I was his brain, as I am yours!

You're running out on me!
They'll get me!

I won't stay here!

Oh, yes, you will.

I'll...
I'll be alone!

You'll be more alone
if you go out,

because you won't know what
to do or where to turn,

and they'll pick you up
in minutes.

That's why you'll stay here.

Good-bye, Bobby.

Be sure and take
good care of mother.

Sure, and don't forget you said
you'd get me a policeman badge.

I won't forget,
and I'll get you a gold one, too.

- Good-bye, Mr. Clive.
- Good-bye, Bobby.

Good-bye, Mrs. Stanhope.
I hope you have a pleasant trip.

Good-bye.

I wish... I'd feel better
if you were going with us.

I wish I were going.

All aboard!

Board! Board!

Everything's all ready, sergeant.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mrs. Stanhope.

Good evening...
Laura.

Ursula Georgi!

Does the exclusive Mrs. Stanhope
further honor me...

by remembering my name?

Bobby! Bobby!

Nan'! Let me go!
Let me go!

How is your child, Laura?

They tell me he's handsome
and bright and very lovable.

Yes, Burns told me.

And tomorrow is his birthday.

I looked at his star tonight,

and it was glowing red,

like the ball I sent him.

Why should you want to kill Bobby?

He's your child, isn't he? Yours!

What have I done?

What has anyone done
to make you so inhuman?

Do I hear the very human, white race
asking that question?

When I was 12 years
old, white sailors--

- You're insane! You're insane!
- Maybe I am!

But do you know what it means
to be a half-breed,

a half-caste in a world
ruled by whites?

If you're a male,
you're a coolie.

And if you're a female, you're--

Well... the white half of me
cried for the courtesy

and protection that
women like you get!

The only way I could free myself
was by becoming white!

And it was almost in my hands,

when you-- you and
your kappa society stopped me!

You're crazy! We never did--

I spent 6 years slaving
to get money enough

to put me through
finishing school,

to make the world
accept me as white!

But you...
And the others

wouldn't let me
cross the color line.

But we were young!
Maybe we were cruel...

But you can't use that
to justify murder!

I can!
Y--

You're very tired, Laura.

Mrs. Stanhope!
Mrs. Stanhope!

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