The Stranger1946

Mary Longstreet:
Why are you packing? Are we going somewhere?

Professor Charles Rankin:
We aren't, dearest. I am.

Mary Longstreet:
What are you talking about?

Professor Charles Rankin:
As a rule, men leave their wives because they don't love them, but...I must leave you because I do. Oh, you won't object once you know the kind of man you've married.

Mary Longstreet:
But you are the man I've married, and that's all that matters. Darling, I meant it when I said for better or for worse. Even to...

Professor Charles Rankin:
To killing Red?

Mary Longstreet:
You couldn't have. It was an accident.

Professor Charles Rankin:
No, I meant to kill him. Murder can be a chain, Mary, one link leading to another until it circles your neck. Red was digging at the grave of the man I killed. Yes, your little man.

Mary Longstreet:
You killed him?

Professor Charles Rankin:
With these hands. The same hands that have held you close to me. Now are you satisfied to let me go?