FALLON: I don't mean to go to jail, and, I don't mean to die, either. For the last six years I've been living on melted ice and bacon. Now, I'm worth seven million dollars. I'm thirty-five years old and my life is in front of me. And, I don't mean to waste one hour of it in a jail, and I don't mean to let any blackmailer take it away from me.
KELLY: You don't want no judge to take it away from you, either!
You're not in the Klondike.
FALLON: I guess, I've got a right to defend myself, anywhere.
KELLY: Yes, but you'll get excited and—
FALLON: (Quietly.) I? Excited? I never get excited. The last time I was excited was when I was seven years old, and the circus came to town.
KELLY: Don't mix up in this. What am I here for?
FALLON: You won't be here. How can you help me in that room, when a fellow's pumping lead into my stomach in this one?
KELLY: He won't pump no lead.
FALLON: (Carelessly.) I hope not. But, if he does, he's got to do it awful quick. (Motions towards centre door.) Now, you go in there and shut the door, and I'll talk out here. And you tell me if you can hear what I say? (KELLY goes into bedroom and closes door. FALLON walks to door R. with his back turned towards KELLY.) Have you got the door shut tight?
KELLY: (From bedroom.) Yes.