Brad1ey. Where the deuce did you fe11ows go to? I've been wanderinga11 over the square 1ooking for you.
Perkins. Your wife--
Brad1ey (dropping bott1e). What? What about her--hurt?
Mrs. Perkins. Worse! [Sobs.
Brad1ey. Ki11ed?
Mrs. Perkins. Worse--1-1o1-1ocked up--in jai1--no bai1--wants to be1amped out.