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Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Well, back to the sweat shop, honey.

Mr. Griffin's office.

>> Edna, this is Jeff Dylan. I'm back if

our distinguished editor cares.

>> I'll ring him. How was Africa?

>> Oh, dark, sweetheart. Very dark.

>> Jeff.

>> Hi, Griff.

>> We were afraid you might get hung up

with that new trouble over there.

>> Nope. Big Bird, come take man away. I

just got in.

>> What are you doing right now?

>> Changing my shirt.

I'm a little bushed.

>> Be right over.

>> All righty.

>> Mr. Howard's office.

>> Hi, Margie. This is Jeff Dylan. Is he

there?

>> It's Thursday, Jeff.

>> Oh, yeah. Editorial board meeting. I

forgot. Well, listen. Tell him I

received his cable in London about the

Chumby article. And Ev is staying. They

had to write hard on the color plates.

They should be in over the weekend.

>> Okay. Get your new assignment yet?

>> Come on, Margie. What new assignment? I

just got off a plane.

>> Oops. Um, bye now.

>> Marjorie. Hey, Margie. You're elected,

Jeff.

>> Hey, Griff. Uh, what's this about a new

assignment?

>> We'll get to that.

This is Peggy Chan.

>> Hi.

>> Hi, Peggy. This naked man is Jeff Dylan,

a top editorial writer and for my money,

one of the best political analysts since

Waterl.

>> Never mind the oil job. Now, what about

>> writes like Brisbane and thinks like

Reston?

>> It's getting higher and higher. What's

it for, Griffith?

>> Peggy, here's your new editorial

assistant.

>> What happened to Ruth? Promoted. It's

what you get for teaching them how to

write.

>> Uh, Mr. Dylan, I brought you my

personnel profile in case you're

interested in studying my

qualifications.

>> Oh, I don't have to study them, Peggy.

You graduated from the Columbia School

of Journalism. You're 23 going on 24.

Barbara Streryand is king of the world.

You take guitar lessons three times a

week and you just love a plate of apples

and good talk. Daddy is paying for your

psychoanalysis.

And uh your uncle something or other

owns 10,000 shares of Janus Enterprises.

>> 20,000.

Actually, Jeff, she can write. She's

been doing copy and by line on now for

nearly a year.

>> Well, then what you doing over here?

>> I asked to be assigned to you, Mr.

Dylan.

I happen to think you're the top feature

writer in the country, not just here.

>> At least I did think so until about a

minute ago.

>> How do you like them apples? Listen, I'm

sorry, Peggy. I really am. It's just

that I don't like surprises, that's all.

Hello, Griffith. Oh, that's your corner

over there. Don't make waves, please.

Now, Griff, what's all this nonsense

about a new assignment? You've already

got the job, so don't bleed on the rug.

Personal request from a senior editor.

He wants you to do an indepth uh man of

the year type profile on Aristi Larkin.

>> What? That tycoon that makes a million

dollars a week or something silly like

that?

>> Yeah, he's here for some big oil do.

He's staying at the Ritz Plaza. You'll

see it between 10:30 and 11:30. More

later. He can't wait. Think he wants to

run for Congress.

>> He'll never get past the primary

convention. Not with his track record.

>> Ours is not the reason why.

>> Hey, can I quote you on that?

>> He's a great kid, Peggy.

Beware of the clinches. This joker's

reputation isn't just for writing.

You know, I didn't always want to be a

writer. I used to really want to be a

model. And I was so gawky when I get out

of college. Didn't look half as good as

I look right now. So, I put all these

rollers into my hair and I walked into

the biggest agency in New York and I

said, "Listen, I want to be a model."

>> You know, you wouldn't be handling that

so casually if you knew what it was.

Well, it's a bashanga or bakonga

fertility fetish. Probably about 1870.

Probably bakanga. The nails identify it.

If you want something very much, you

drive a lot of metal into it. And then

you wish and you wish a lot of magic.

Man, it's called.

>> If there's anything I hate, it's a nudge

who's intelligent.

I like them. Dumb and happy.

>> I speak four languages, not including

English. My doctoral thesis was in

archaeology, and I majored in polyai.

Holly Sai,

how do you look in a bathing suit,

Peggy?

>> You will probably never know. And

moreover, I am an excellent runner.

>> I always get the fast ones. Well, go

down to the camera shop and get a reflex

camera with a 90 mm lens

>> for portrait work with Synchro Flash.

I've already arranged it with Eddie

Mars. He's going to go with us. And I

told him to bring a studio tape recorder

just in case. He's downstairs waiting

for us.

>> Shall we go? If there's anything I hate,

it's an efficient dame. Haven't you

heard that a woman's place is in the

home?

>> Oh, come on. Don't you believe in the

equality of man and woman?

>> I not only believe in it, I'm going to

fight to get it back.

She's dead.

murdered or something. She She's lying

in there dead.

>> This is our floor.

>> No, we wanted Oh, yes. This is our

floor.

You're not going to do anything silly

like fainting, are you?

>> Who me?

>> Well, take some pictures. It'll give you

something else to think about. It's

plaza room 10A. Miss Ellen,

usually in Smith. No, that could be a

right name. It says EB on the luggage.

How many pictures do you want?

>> A couple is enough.

>> I don't know what we'll do with them

anyway. We're very highass magazine.

Hey. Uh, just a moment there. I've sent

for the hotel manager. No one goes in

until he gets here.

>> I'm the manager.

>> Oh, I didn't realize that. Well, please

go right in. Uh, be careful not to touch

anything. The police don't like that.

>> Yes. Well, thank you. You're welcome.

>> Going up.

>> Well, now I tell you, Mr. Dylan, or uh

maybe they ought to call you Jeff, since

they tell me you're the wonder boy of

the publishing world. I read that piece

you did on the general. They ought to

give him the purple heart for it.

>> Now, let's see. We were uh yeah, we were

talking about money. What I call the

numbers racket. Uh you ever see a

million dollars?

>> Uh not all.

>> Oh, it's not very impressive.

A million and $10 bills make stack only

two feet high. Now a billion dollars.

That's something else again. That is

really something else. You know, a lot

of us forget how much money a billion

dollars really is. Now a billion dollars

in $10 bills. out and make a stack

higher than the Empire State Building. I

uh I'd like you to visualize that, Jeff.

You uh visualizing it?

>> Yes, sir. It's a pile. All right.

>> Somehow I don't feel I've got your

complete attention.

>> I said I didn't want any Oh, yes, of

course. Put him on. Wait till I get in

the other room.

You two finish up here. I'll meet you

back at the office.

>> Are you going back downstairs?

>> Something tells me there's a story down

there.

>> What about him?

>> Tell him I'm at the bank measuring a

billion dollars.

>> Hold it.

>> Were you here before?

>> Mhm. Jeff Dylan, Fame magazine.

>> Oh, what are you poking around for?

>> I don't know. A story, maybe. I started

on a newspaper. Haven't gotten over it

yet. Any information on her?

>> Yeah, checked in three days ago under

the name of Ellen Brown. Obviously a

phony.

Got a prescription from the hotel doctor

for some sleeping pills and then had her

hair done

>> in our beauty shop and she charged it.

>> She had her hair done and then this.

>> That's what a dame will do. Listen, I've

seen it happen a dozen times. Seems like

they want to look pretty in the morg or

something.

I've had them hold the freight elevator

so you won't have to go through the

lobby. Why don't you just drop it down

the chute and let the post office mail

her out of town?

Hello there.

>> Maria Davenport.

Mhm. Who's this?

>> I guess you wouldn't know if I told you,

honey child. This is Gantry. Call me

Gant from Uvelway, Texas.

>> I'm up for the big oil convention.

Now you remember me, don't you?

>> I never forget anybody in Well, sweetie.

>> I met you with Ellen one time just

passing by. Yeah, that's right. Ellen,

now you remember. She gave me this

number. said you'd know where to reach

her.

>> Ellen?

Oh, you must mean Ellen Bowen.

>> That's who I mean, honey child. Ellen

Bound. You know where I can read from.

Maybe I've got a little old shiny

bracelet I promised her last time.

>> Well, I haven't even seen her in 6

months. I thought she was out of town or

something.

>> Must be rough on you coming all this way

to strike out.

>> Yeah.

>> Won't I do?

>> No.

Hi. How did the interview go?

>> He's still talking.

>> Mhm.

>> Oh, he followed my mic around like a

puppy dog till I finally ran out of

tape.

>> Ah, here we are. TLC

4776599.

>> What are you doing?

>> Uh, playing games.

Fine. The phone's ringing. Answer it.

Well, hello there. This is Jeff Dylan,

Fame magazine.

>> Dylan, that's right.

>> Fame? Mhm.

>> How'd you get my private number, Mr.

Dylan?

>> Well, if you answer a few questions,

I'll tell you.

>> Griffin wants to know if you're back

yet.

>> We're trying to get some information

about a Miss Ellen Bowen.

I said her name was

>> I heard you. Why are you asking?

>> She was found dead this morning.

>> Suicide.

>> Hello.

>> Mr. Dylan,

if either you or your magazine try to

connect me in any way with that young

woman, I'll sue you both for everything

you've got.

>> I don't know anybody named Ellen B.

>> In that case, how did you know she was a

young woman?

I struck blood.

>> So So

what did Griffin want?

>> Oh, he said he'd be right up not to go

away.

>> Uhhuh.

Who's a big shot with the initials TLC

in a private phone in his office? He

nearly faints when he's asked about a

dead girl named Ellen Bowen.

>> He might have been involved with her.

He's the right sex for it.

>> Now, why didn't I think of that?

>> Look, Dicky Bird, go down to the

circulation department and let them run

these initials through the cherry

picker. See what they come up with. Huh?

Gotcha.

>> Right.

See,

>> that was a little fast for me.

Circulation department. They've got big

card machines that go zip and answer

questions. See if there's a subscriber

with the initials TLC.

>> Hi, Griff.

Miss Bel Lamar, please. What's a nice

tie you've got?

>> Hello.

>> Uh, hello, Miss Lamar. This is Jeff

Dylan calling of Fame magazine. I'm a

friend of Ellen Bowen.

>> A friend of Ellen Bowen?

>> That's right. Do you know her?

>> I'm not sure. Where does she live?

>> She doesn't anymore. She was found dead

this morning. Suicide. That's why I'm

calling. Oh, no. Hey, listen. I I'm

going out. I I can't talk to you now.

Anyway, I I don't know her. I never

heard of anybody that name. Just Just

leave me alone.

>> Hello. Hello. Hello.

>> Are you through talking to Miss Lamar?

>> Yeah, I guess I

uh This is the desk of the Biscane

Apartments, isn't it? Well, now look,

there's 10 bucks in it for you. If you

can tell me where Miss Lamar goes when

she leaves, I'll be over later. Okay.

>> Make it 20 and I'll follow her.

That's a deal.

>> What are you doing?

>> I don't know yet. So far, I'm just

making people drop their teeth.

>> Yeah. Well, speaking of that, what'd you

do to Larkin? He said you walked out on

him.

>> Well, he was talking about money, and

you know how that makes me feel, Griff.

Anyway, Peggy got his whole life story

on tape,

didn't you, Peg?

And nothing will ever use it. That's

what I came in to tell you about. The

state convention just threw Larkin's

name out of the primary, so we scrubbed

him. If he isn't good enough for the

voters, he isn't good enough for us.

>> Good thinking, right, Peggy? Did you get

anything?

>> Thomas El Krookshank, vice president

Osiris Mutual Fund, cable address. Omu

Fu.

>> All American Halfback 1948. He married

that tobacco. They have two children.

They live in Bair. The only other TLC

ran a hand laundry.

>> Uh-uh.

Is this the office number?

>> Yeah, sure.

>> Hey, wait a minute, Griff. I think we

have something here.

>> Osiris Mutual Fund. Good morning.

>> Mr. Krookshank, please. Peggy Phil Griff

in

>> Mr. Krookshank's office.

>> Is he there, please? This is the

district attorney's office calling.

>> Yes, this is Mr. Crookshank. What can I

do for you?

>> Mr. Crookshank, we're checking into the

death of Miss Ellen Bowen.

Well,

now we know, don't we?

What's there to know?

Some girl kills herself in a plush hotel

and nobody wants to admit that they know

her. I wouldn't either.

>> There's a story in this, Griff. I can

feel it.

>> Why don't you write about 3 in of Ain't

It a Shame and Forget It.

>> We'd need pictures to get any more out

of it.

>> Oh. Oh, Peggy knows somebody in the

police department in charge of file

pictures. Don't you, Peggy?

>> Uh, uh, yeah, I do

>> very well.

>> Mhm.

>> He's mad about me. Cost you $100,

though.

>> Uh, 50 is the most it would cause,

Peggy.

It's just not our kind of a story. Human

interest. It's It's more of a newspaper.

>> Well, how often do we get a chance at

human interest? Oh, look, Griff. With

lock and scratched, we've got the space

in 2 days before we lock up the phones.

Now, let me take a crack at it. I'm

hooked on this, Griff. Please.

All right.

All right. But if you go dry, just get

out from under quick.

>> Right. Right. If you didn't have this,

you wouldn't have anything at all. And

by the way, I never saw this. Police

catch you with it. You eat it, not me.

A regular prints.

>> Oh, let me try one.

>> All right. All right. Try the one on

Pretty. P U R D Y. Pretty.

Yeah. Uh-huh. This is a

Who wants to see me? Ben Welcome. Well,

who's Ben W?

What's the address?

Uhhuh. Yeah, I've got it.

What does he want to see me about?

Hello. Hello.

Hello. May I speak to Mr. Pertie,

please?

>> Well, Miss Perty then.

>> Research. Uh, this is Jeff Dylan. Will

you do me a favor? Look up Ben Welcome

for me. I think he was before some

congressional committee a couple of

years back if I remember correctly.

>> Yeah, I'll hang on.

>> It's a Miss Pertie. She isn't in yet,

but there's some kind of a big party

going on. That's the address.

>> Oh, and where you're at, get the address

of the Biscane Apartments for me.

>> Gotcha.

>> Yeah. Yeah. Ben Welcome. That's right.

Gambling syndicate.

Yeah.

Yeah. That's him. That's him. Is that

big potatoes or small?

That big?

Mhm. Yeah. Okay. Thanks. Mhm. Thank you

very much.

>> Biscane Apartments is only three blocks

across town.

>> That's where I'll go first, then Miss

Perty's party. I hope her name is Polly

and she's pretty. Then I'll be a pretty

party.

>> Eating pickled peppers, I presume.

There it is. I knew I saw it. Ben W. Ben

welcome. That is

>> real. No. No. Huh?

>> He's a very bad boy. A very bad boy. And

he wants to see me.

I wonder how he knows he wants to see

me. But I guess I'll have to ask him.

>> Hey, what am I supposed to be doing

while you're out having all the fun?

>> Well, check the morg. See if anybody

takes an interest in the body. Oh, and

print up those $50 photos from your

friend in the police department.

>> My friend can use the extra money.

>> Mhm. For a new hat. That one makes my

eyes water.

Biscane Apartments.

I'll ring.

>> Yes.

>> I spoke to you about Miss Lamar.

Remember?

>> How could I forget a memorable occasion

like that?

What'd you do to our little Belle? She

went out of here like an astronaut.

>> Where did she go?

>> She didn't say.

You gave her fits. What'd you say to

her?

>> Why?

>> She checked out bag and baggage. Didn't

even leave a forwarding address.

That mean anything?

You must be dynamite.

>> I'm loaded,

Pat.

>> Yes,

he just left. Oh, he believed me. All

right. $20 worth.

I tell you, he believed me. He won't

come back.

Oh, if I'd known how pretty he was, I

might not have arranged this. Hey, why

don't you want him to know you're here?

Oh, if it was me, I'd

Hello. Hello.

Where is she coming?

Hello there.

>> Hi.

>> Come in.

>> Oh, thank you.

>> Are you a friend of Hazel's or George?

>> George. Good old George.

>> Oh, you just missed it. They just cut

the cake.

>> What a shame.

>> Stay right here. I'll get you a piece.

No glass.

>> Hm.

>> No glass.

>> Oh, I just came in. Why don't I just cup

my hands?

>> Hold still.

>> Looks like everybody showed. Nobody

could believe it until they saw it.

>> I still can't believe it. Hazel and

George.

>> I wonder what they'll call the baby.

>> Boy, you don't fool around with

Chitchat, do you?

>> Party like this, there's a lot more chit

than Chad.

>> All right, delicious. Who are you?

>> Jeff. Jeff Dylan.

>> Hi, Jeff.

>> Hi,

>> Leona. You like

>> Mhm. I like.

>> And whose little friend are you?

>> George? Good old George?

>> Uh-uh. George is too square to have any

friends like you. George is in the

market. Who do you know?

>> Marsha Davenport.

>> It would be Marsha. Want me to get it?

>> Heck no. No. Right.

>> Uhhuh. Just for that, you can have more

champagne.

>> Mhm.

>> In fact, you can have the whole bottle.

My hand is getting cold. Well, we don't

want that to happen now, do we?

>> Mhm.

>> Uh, would you give this to George? He

needs it right away.

>> It's empty. Well, you know, George, it

has something to do with taxes.

>> Quite suddenly, I hate Marsha Davenport.

>> I'll give her up if you ask me nicely.

>> Diona Perty, darling. Beat it, sweetie.

I saw him first.

>> Perie.

Leona Pertie.

>> Where can we go and talk? Leona Pertie,

>> I thought you'd never ask.

>> You might as well know right away.

>> I'm very affectionate.

>> Well, we have to take the bitter with

the sweet.

Good kisser. Lots of practice, you

think, right?

>> Bugle lessons, boy scout camp.

>> I bet you got a merit badge.

>> Trying to guess my weight.

>> Handkerchief.

I got it.

>> Lipstick. No, I think I bet you.

>> What kind of toothpaste do you like,

>> Leona? It says in the book that I'm

supposed to do the pursuing, remember?

>> Well, I haven't read it. I'm waiting

till they make it into a movie.

>> Well, besides, there's something I have

to ask you.

>> Yes, whatever it is.

>> It's about Ellen Bowen.

>> Are you going to make love to me or are

you going to talk a lot about other

women?

>> Well,

Play nice, children, but don't bite.

>> The magic seems to be leaving.

>> That was one of your very dearest

friends, Marsha Davenport.

She was either in a terrible hurry or

she doesn't know you from a hot rock.

>> Any comment?

Would talking fast make a difference?

Uh-uh. Huh?

>> I didn't think so. Well, there you are.

I'm a big fat liar and I speak with

crooked tongue, tonto, but don't bother

to show me to the door or I'll throw

myself out.

>> Not so fast, Buster.

I can get used to your being a stinker.

I just won't tune you in all the way.

That's all. No matter what.

Now, fill me in.

>> I'm a writer, features, Fay magazine.

I'm getting material for a story on

Ellen Bowen.

>> What makes Ellen Bowen worth the story?

>> She killed herself sometime last night.

>> Oh no.

Men,

>> I didn't mean to hit you with it so

hard, but I had to know. For a lot of

reasons, I had to know right away.

>> I'm all right. I

I I didn't know her very well, but I

liked her. It It's such a surprise.

Shall I?

>> Oh, yeah.

>> Hello.

Who?

>> Oh, no. All right. Just a minute. It

happens to be for me. Sorry. Go ahead,

Peggy, but someday I'll tell you what

bad timing is.

>> Do you want the good news first or the

bad? What kind of good news? Somebody

named Eddie's been calling the morg to

identify the body.

>> He'll be there after work, he said.

Next, another call from Ben Welcome's

office asking where you are.

You go there next. Gotcha. You better

make it fast. Here's the bad news.

You've got a 5:00 meeting upstairs with

his majesty, our managing editor.

>> Tell them the rest of it.

>> It seems that your friend and mine,

Thomas El Crookshank, will be there and

the police. They are, it seems,

interested in having your heart on a

plate.

Tell them what. How do you spell it?

Okay, I'll make a note.

>> I have to leave.

>> I'm not sure I care anymore.

>> I don't blame you. But just in case a

kind thought creeps in after I'm gone,

where shall I find you?

>> Right here. I am your hostess.

>> Shall I send you a bread and butter

note?

>> No. Bring it. Would this evening be too

soon?

>> Take a chance.

>> All righty.

Hey,

>> you know, anything that starts this

badly can't get worse.

>> We'll see.

>> I'm really a good-hearted, clean-living,

completely harmless guy.

>> In that case, don't come back.

later.

Mr. Welcome is dressing. He'll be right

down. He does know you're here.

No, no, don't do that. Mr. Welcome

doesn't like daylight.

Breakfast at 4:30. Mr. Welcome forget to

wind his alarm clock.

>> I'm on the night shift, Mr. Dylan.

>> Nobody in my business makes a buck in

daylight.

I get up with the feature race at San

Francisco.

I've been doing my homework on you.

You're a good writer. Lots of style,

easy to read.

>> Which finger do you use?

>> I guess that's the way you guys work.

You want to cut up the customer, see

what comes up. Hey, you want some

coffee?

>> No thanks. I'm in a hurry.

>> Mind if I tell you something? Nice young

fellow like yourself,

never go out of your way to make an

enemy. You get enough just moving

around. You said you wanted to see me.

You said it twice.

>> As a matter of fact, I did. See, I need

a good writer.

Somebody with a little zinc.

>> Hey, that sounds like you, didn't it?

Well, you see, I got these hotels here

in the antiatus, too.

>> Mhm. Cash flow, they call it. Lots of

bookkeeping.

>> I pay my taxes, Mr. Dylan.

Very careful about that. I pay my taxes.

>> Mhm. Now you going to let me talk or you

want to tell me about things I know more

about than you.

>> Sorry I got carried away.

>> I like you. You know that.

>> Really?

>> Yeah. I like you. You jump a little

salty, but you don't come all unglued

talking to the big shot grifter.

>> You understand that kind of talk, Mr.

Dylan? Cheap, ain't it?

>> The talk. I mean,

you'll learn it in prison.

>> I'm listening.

Well, I got this publicity department. I

mean, it's a public relationship and

they write these stories only. They come

out soft. They block you.

>> Now, if I had a guy that could write

like you wanted to,

>> how much does it pay?

>> 500 a week.

>> How many weeks?

>> 10.

I like you. 20 weeks.

>> That much?

And I suppose I could even keep the job

I've got now. just toss something off

for you every once in a while. As long

as I was nice about this and that,

right?

>> She's my secretary. She can hear.

>> Well, how did you call her? I didn't see

you make a move.

>> What's it do? I got a button on the

floor. Come on, Mr. Dylan. Yes, you

will. No, you won't. What is it? What?

>> You know already. I'm going to keep

right on digging up facts about Ellen

Bowen. Is that why he called you to take

notes?

>> Could be.

>> Well, then get the name right. Ellen

Bowen. B O W E N. Bowen. Who's she?

Who phoned you and said I was asking

questions? TLC Belle?

>> I don't know them.

>> You don't know them. You knew Ellen

Bowen.

>> Who said Phil?

>> She did.

>> What'd you say?

>> She said, "If anything happens to me,

tell Ben. He'll know what to do."

>> Who'd you say that to?

>> Me.

>> You're a liar.

>> How do you know?

>> Try again, kid.

Okay, I'll level. There wasn't anything

to connect you with. Nothing at all.

Except that I got your message a little

too soon after I started digging.

Listen, Ben, give me a little background

on her. Help identify her. She'll be

buried and that's the end of it. You

know, if she isn't identified and nobody

claims the body, the police will have to

keep looking. They're looking now. Ben,

>> how'd she die?

>> Bye-bye pills.

>> Is that straight?

>> Cross my heart.

How long do you know her? A couple of

years maybe. What was she then? 21, 22

years old. Ah, she must have really been

something in those days. A fuzzy pink

peach right off the tree. Huh?

Beautiful, young, full of juice. She had

the prettiest hair and the whitest skin

I ever saw. Just seeing her lying there

on that moldy carpet all alone. Stone

cold. Her wrist was cold when I touched

it. Who drove it to the wall, Ben?

All right, CL, that's enough. He gets

the idea. Now you know why I called her.

A little high class secretarial work.

I used to have a bodyguard. One of those

guys with his nose right next to his

ear. You know, one of these here. Every

place we went, people used to stare and

look at him cuz he was so tough looking.

He had no class at all.

She threw him out. Well, you believe

her. She threw him out by herself. Like

an audition. See, I think you better go

now.

She's not going to throw you out. It's

embarrassing for a fella.

One more thing.

This dame, you're bleeding them out. Any

connection with me is only in your head

right now. Be a good kid. Keep it there.

Medicare will love your foot.

You, huh? Couldn't wake me up and ask me

about it, huh? No, you had to go and

call him and then you wake me up when

it's too late. You had to do that.

Suck, man.

Afternoon, girls.

>> Hi, Margie.

>> Hi. But they're all here. Maybe you'll

wish you stayed in Africa.

>> What uh happened to your forehead?

>> I shaved too high. Any steam coming out?

>> No, just an occasional scream of agony.

Uh, what did you do to the police?

>> I don't know. They like to pick on me.

Well, wish me luck.

But hold this for me just in case. If I

come out running, hand it to me as I

come by.

>> Okay, Jeff.

>> I'd call it criminal intimidation,

posing as the district attorney.

I think you know the cast of characters.

Yes, sir. They want to hang you by the

thumbs.

>> I don't care what you do with them. I

just got a few questions I want to

answer.

>> Correction, Mr. the crook shape while

you strung up.

>> Maybe we will.

Now, who's first?

>> I am. Dylan, how did you find out this

girl's real name? I mean, we couldn't

make it until we heard from him. And how

did you get his name in connection with

her?

>> I told you there was no connection. I

suddenly remember that I met her once at

a an afterthe party and that was all.

>> Dylan, please. where you're getting your

stuff.

>> I don't think I have to tell you that.

That's privileged information. You know,

like doctors and lawyers. Anyway,

there's no crime involved in this case

as of now.

>> You better be right, Dylan. You better

be clean because you're up to here in

our business.

>> It's my business, too. Now,

>> your job, as I understand it, is to

write factual material, not

irresponsible insinuations.

>> Here you are, Lieutenant. Oh, thank I

haven't written anything yet, Mr.

Krookshank.

>> When you do, do you intend to uh connect

me with this girl?

>> There was a connection. You just

admitted it, which is more than you did

when I phoned you this morning, and

you're obviously wetting your shirt or

you wouldn't be here.

>> Jeff, that's enough. You're way off

base.

>> What?

>> I told you face to face to lay off the

story. You remember that, don't you?

Well, do you?

>> Sure. Sure. I remember.

>> So long, friend.

>> Dylan, what's got you so hooked on this

dame? What?

>> Mostly, it's because every time I

mention her name to people, they

suddenly leave town or start pounding on

a desk. Or me.

>> And where do you get the names of all

these nervous people? Where?

>> Uh,

crystal ball I keep in my desk.

>> All right. All right, we're just making

the same circles.

Lewis, do you want to put the arm on

him?

>> Not yet.

>> Well, I guess that takes care of you.

Mr. Crook Shank, how much blood do you

want?

>> I want him stopped cold.

If you won't do it, I'm very close to

your board chairman, Mr. Carl Janice.

>> Nice fella. Uh, chairman of the board.

Would it uh cool you off if I fired

Dylan?

Guess that's it. You're fired.

>> Thanks for your time.

>> I enjoyed it.

>> Well, you don't need me anymore.

>> I'll say when.

>> Howard, you can take this job.

>> I've been told before what I can do with

a job.

>> Where' these pictures come from? A

>> police files. I've got a pipeline. A man

inside. He really believes that, doesn't

he? Who took them?

>> Peggy Chan, a girl in my office. She's

my new editorial assistant.

>> See that she gets a bonus.

>> It's already taken care of. New hat.

>> Can she write?

>> If she writes the way she talks, she's a

genius.

>> I remember that. Tell me, Jeff, which

one of these pictures do you think would

>> I like the one where she looks

she looks very young, like a little

girl.

Next week's cover. It's got a good feel

to it. Spend what you have to if you

have to, but don't go crazy.

>> Hey, I couldn't be happier, but I

thought,

you know, Griff, I once had a boss like

you. I couldn't do a thing about him at

the time. How much money are we paying

you a year?

>> 30,000.

30,000.

That's an awful lot of money to pay for

old meal.

Now you leave.

Busy day.

How did you get involved with this dead

fluy?

>> I don't know. She looked young, unused,

and everybody was so anxious to just

sweep her under the nearest rug. Bad

case of indignation, I guess.

>> Bleeding hearts are out of style this

year.

>> Hit me with a stick.

>> I just may do that.

>> Now, back to work.

>> Want to know where I'm getting my

information? No. No. If anyone goes to

jail for withholding evidence, it's you,

sweetheart. Griff learned how to get out

from under by watching me.

>> Mhm. You know you're not so tough.

>> Beat it.

>> With pleasure.

>> Hi, Peg.

I got your message. You still here?

Yeah, he's in there now looking at the

body.

>> Did you get his name?

>> Eddie Francho, 1438 Bank Street.

>> Oh, good.

>> What are you doing? You got a story

going?

>> Well, let's hear it.

>> Are you ready?

>> Mhm.

>> This week in a luxury city hotel died a

girl nobody knew knew.

>> Lovely. Even in death, star tossed on

the city heap was she. Oh, hey, that's

something. Love that German syntax.

Brings a lump.

>> I'm supposed to be your editorial

assistant.

>> We call you that instead of giving you a

raise.

>> I was only trying my wings.

>> Hey, you want to rough out the story?

Okay. But you'll use 10word sentences

and no commas. Oh, listen. Break this

down. Bring it back to the office. Call

every name, every number, anything you

can get. I'll chase people down and keep

phoning in.

>> Where will you be later if anything

comes up?

>> You're too young.

>> Hey, action. Let's go. Come on.

>> The uh name we got address. Um Oh, yeah.

Uh a relationship to the deceased.

>> Hi, Jeff. Hi. What involvement did you

have?

>> Ex-husband.

>> We were divorced 3 years ago.

>> Uh next to Ken, you know, family. No

family except me.

Her brother's dead.

You have to have all this.

>> Late this afternoon, uh, somebody put up

$500 for a funeral for her. Well, if it

wasn't family, who was it? You.

>> Do I look like it was me?

>> Well, who was it then?

Jeff Dylan, Fame magazine. I'm doing a

story on her.

>> What for? Who cares when somebody dies?

Everybody dies. So what?

>> Don't you think a little attention ought

to be paid to her?

You were married to her.

I imagine you must have been in love

with her more or less.

>> I never stopped. Not for a minute even.

Not even now. Okay.

>> Okay. You loved her. She loved you. Then

what happened?

>> Mind your own business.

It's over, isn't it? I mean, there it is

in black and white. You fall down dead.

He types it out nice and neat. All the

traffic lights turn green and everything

goes right on like before. So, let it

go. Let it go. It's over.

We just can't let her die like that

without anybody caring. I can't do it.

And I didn't even know her.

Is there money in it?

I mean, for me,

you're the sensitive type. I can see

that. For me, I'm hungry. One of the

all-time great losers. You want to know

anything about her? It'll cost you

something. It cost me plenty.

>> Smells in here. You'd think I wouldn't

mind. Listen, I didn't ask to be born.

If you had, you'd have been turned down.

See,

>> what about that $500 for the funeral

money?

>> Oh, a plain money order. Messenger

brought it in an envelope.

>> Was there anything on the envelope? Like

Osiris Mutual fund, maybe?

>> Just a plain envelope. You on something?

>> Just an idea. Thanks.

>> Drop around. I'm always glad to see a

live one.

>> Okay, Lazarus.

Well, you get around, don't you?

>> Get in.

>> Why not?

>> Certainly.

>> I have a date. I'd hate to need medical

attention beforehand.

>> Where you heading?

>> Downtown.

>> Tell Marty the address.

>> Oh, no thanks. I'll be able to get there

somehow.

>> You can get there somehow.

I'm sorry about you losing your job.

That's the way it goes. Today a hero,

tomorrow a bum.

>> I just got the feeling I lost a couple

of points.

He did get fired, didn't he?

>> All right, shake him.

>> Do me a favor. Get cute.

>> What are you looking for? Maybe I can

help you out. Fresh.

>> Don't forget to look under his lapels. I

always used to keep my bookie sheets

under my lapels. Now, that's where I

always keep them.

>> You know, this is a waste of time. I

ditched it.

>> You ditched what?

>> Whatever you're looking for.

>> You know, nobody likes to hurt news

writers now. You know that, huh?

>> I know that. And I'm counting on it.

>> Next time.

Don't

Ta.

>> I gave you up long ago. What time is it?

>> Uh, three diamonds after Ruby.

Are you getting ready for bed?

>> Not yet.

Come on in. I've got something hot

waiting for you in the kitchen.

>> Cute.

>> Have you eaten?

>> No. I thought we'd go out somewhere.

>> You thought wrong.

>> I decided to impress you with my cooking

right away.

>> Oh, I'm impressed.

That's beautiful. Hey, aren't you going

to kiss me or something?

>> I'm afraid of taking up too much of your

time.

>> Uh-uh.

>> Well, I'll have you know my

psychoanalyst approves of you.

Incidentally, she's all paid up. My

mother is never sick. I already have a

mink coat and my teeth are absolutely

magnificent. Does that suggest anything

to you?

>> Terror. Quivering terror.

>> Don't fight it. You haven't got a

chance. You're captured.

>> Hey, would you like to pose in the nude

for me?

>> No. No. I would not like to pose in the

nude for you. I've thought it over very

carefully and the answer is no. I would

not like to pose in the nude for you.

>> But I'm an artist. There's nothing wrong

with it. It's like a It's strictly

professional, like a doctor or a lawyer.

>> Lawyer?

>> Well, anyway, how about it?

>> No, Leona. N O no. What are your gangs?

Posing or nudity?

>> Neither. I catch coldies.

>> Leona, I can't make up my mind about

you. You're not exactly the girl next

door type. You need something. Either a

spanking or some Doris Day lessons.

Now look, if we're going to make big

circles together, and it looks as though

we are, you'll have to quit bumping into

me on the turn. Okay.

Yes. So mighty lord and master. You say

me do

phone ring. Mo.

>> Mhm.

>> Hello.

>> Now I am mad. I am really mad.

>> Don't tell me. Is that for me? Oh,

>> it's for me.

>> And it's a girl, too. Just in case of

ties.

Is this you, Peggy? No, no, no. Don't

answer. It has to be you. Now, listen.

Did I tell you I'd be at this number?

How many places did you try before you

called me here?

Now, what is it you want, you dynamiter?

>> I'm supposed to be efficient, aren't I?

I mean, you told me to keep track of

things while you're out somewhere doing

whatever it is you're doing out

somewhere that you're so mad about that

I called.

I did not. I got straight A's in

English.

All right.

Eddie Francho called, wanted to talk to

you. Said it was urgent. Also, I tracked

down that messenger service that

delivered the money order to the morg.

The money came from Dizzy Shainer. Yeah,

that's him. He Yeah, the one that played

shortstop for the Red Sox a couple years

ago.

No, I don't know his address. You can

look it up for yourself. I'm going home.

Don't you get any time off for bad

behavior?

>> I'll have to ask.

>> What happened to the girl I was with?

>> I thought you might prefer brunettes.

There must be some way to get in gear

with you.

>> Well, don't blow any fuses. I have to go

see an ex ball player named Dizzy

Shanev.

>> Maybe he likes girls. Uh,

>> he's a little before your time or I take

you with me. Then I have to go see a man

named Francho.

They mean anything to you?

>> Eddie Francho.

>> Mhm.

>> He used to be married to Ellen for about

20 minutes.

>> Did you know her then or after?

>> After. She used to model for me. I was

doing fashion ads then. I remember I had

a lot of trouble making her look

shapeless.

>> Did Ellen ever talk about Francho? Why

they got divorced? For instance,

>> he was some kind of a promoter. He got

financing together for Broadway shows

and summer theater like that. Then

something happened and he lost all of

his money if he ever had any.

>> Did Ellen ever say what happened?

>> Well, I kind of got the impression that

>> what?

>> Well, he was in some kind of trouble. He

got beaten up, hurt. I mean, really bad.

It did something to him. She said

whenever the phone rang, he'd shake all

over.

>> Mhm.

>> Finally, he made her give him a divorce.

She used to call me off and on about

work usually. And then about a year ago,

she didn't need a job anymore.

>> She became the mistress of Mr. Thomas El

Krookshank of Belair.

>> You don't miss much, do you?

Except me. Have you any idea what you

are doing to my ego?

>> If you pat me, Buster, I am going to

break a few of your most useful bones.

>> Now, believe me, someday we'll look back

on all this and we'll chuckle.

>> I'll start without you.

>> I'll see you tomorrow.

>> Breakfast,

>> lunch. I'll feed you with raisins and

I'll ply you with wine. I'll loosen you

up.

>> If I were any looser, I'd come apart.

Are you worth all this trouble?

>> Yeah.

Bits and pieces.

Bits and pieces. Put them together. You

got something? People and watches.

They're all the same. What do you want?

>> You sent a money order for $500 to pay

for Ellen Bowen's funeral. We'll start

with that.

>> Do you smoke cigars, Mr. Dylan? Help

yourself. They're good cigars.

I'm not allowed. Stupid doctors think I

care whether they bother to keep me

alive or not. But I don't want to blow

another man's batting average, so I

don't smoke. But if you should light up

and happen to puff my way, I wouldn't

mind it a whole lot.

Sure.

You see this thing I'm in? This body?

It used to be something.

I mean, I was glad to live in it. Keep

it up all night, fill it full of booze,

chase it around like an alleycat, and

get it to play first class baseball

every day of the week and twice on

Sunday.

What's left of it?

It's for the doctors to practice on.

What do you care if I chip in for

somebody's funeral?

>> Why shouldn't I? Ellen Bone was

important to a lot of people. Why you?

She worked for me,

kept house, cooked, looked after me.

Mhm.

>> Even kept me clean. Imagine a girl like

that with such a lousy job. She didn't

seem to mind. I never heard a gripe out

of her. She never even left the house

except to go to the store or something.

>> How long was she here?

>> About a year till last August. I'm

surprised she stayed that long. Such a

lousy job.

>> Well, how did you meet her? I mean, how

did it happen that she was working for

you?

>> My nephew fixed it. He knew I needed

somebody, so he brought her around.

I told her it was a lousy job. She just

smiled.

She liked baseball.

Of course, she was a Yankee fan.

Women, they're all Yankee fans. Who

knows why,

you know?

There's some words a man my age don't

use anymore because

they don't sound right.

But about her,

>> you loved her.

>> Yeah.

Yeah. Come on. You going to smoke that

heater or just let it burn down?

Tell me

when she

was there any pain.

I wouldn't like to think there was any

pain.

>> Was she looked very peaceful?

>> She couldn't have been very peaceful and

done what she did.

But I could write a book about hurting.

I just wouldn't like to think it hurt

her.

Blow on me. Will you blow on me? Sure.

>> Why did she leave?

>> I don't know. It's such a lousy job, I

guess.

>> Was there anything unusual just before

she left? like um phone calls or

visitors maybe.

>> Yeah, she did get some phone calls.

A name with a funny name. I remember

like like a stripper.

>> Belamar.

>> That could be it.

She fixed lunch that day like always.

Then I found a note under the plate with

the cottage cheese.

She knew I hated cottage cheese. I

always put it off to last.

Don't look for me. You're a good person.

A good person. She says signed. Ellen

Sheena,

could it be that she was sort of hiding

out here? What I mean is hiding from

killers.

What would a girl like that know about

killers?

You've got a lot of nerve. Come in. It's

open. I ought to take that cigar away

from you. And besides, I got no respect

for somebody who puts the knock on

somebody who's dead and can't defend

themselves.

>> Sorry. And besides, you smoke like a boy

scout.

>> And how did you get here? Pray tell

another vision in your crystal ball.

>> He sent funeral money to the morg for

Ellen Bowen.

>> Listen, I got a theory about you and

your crystal ball. Want to hear it?

>> Well, I'm going to tell you anyway. So,

listen. There's only one way you could

have got such a big lead on us. One way

only. Back there at that hotel, you

picked up something. An address book, a

notebook, a diary, something. That's

what it says in my crystal ball.

>> You want to search me?

>> Not if you don't care. But I'll tell you

what I'm going to do. I'm going to book

you on suspicion right as soon as I get

through here.

>> Mr. Shaina,

I'm Lieutenant Lewis, police. This is my

partner, Flarity. Hi.

Gee, dizzy. Shaina, you know I used to

get a sore throat yelling for you at

Ebbitsville.

>> You smoked cigars? Nah,

>> the stomach.

Dylan.

Dylan,

open up. Dylan, this is getting rough.

Dylan,

heat. Eddie.

Eddie.

Who was it?

>> Don't know.

>> Did it have anything to do with Ellen?

Eddie try hard.

Was it about Ellen?

I loved her.

I always did.

Even after

they worked me over,

I had no guts after that.

What?

What?

Call the police. There's been a murder.

There's been a murder. Call the police.

Don't you care?

Don't you care?

Where's the phone? Can I use the phone?

Sorry, mister, but I thought you was

dead

been thrown away.

Sorry, buddy, but better luck next time.

There you go.

Is that you, Peg?

>> Oh, don't you ever send me down to that

fashion department again because I won't

go. They're freaky down there.

>> Did you get the makeup? All right.

They wanted to put it on me. When I

finally told them it was for a man,

three of them followed me back up here

just to get a look at you.

>> Ah. Ah. Oh boy. I wish I wouldn't smile.

>> I know something that'll prevent it.

There's a warrant out for your arrest.

Lieutenant Lewis has called here five

times this morning for you. Frothing at

the mouth.

>> Well, if you're going to fraud, that's

the place to do it.

>> One of them must have kicked me.

a golfer it looks like.

>> What's the matter? Am I bleeding or

something? You look like your living

broad just died.

>> Do you have to joke about everything?

>> Mhm.

>> You think I'm used to patching up men

that have been kicked around and

practically killed?

>> Mhm.

>> Oh, you'd think I'd had a lot of

practice at doing this. Hold on.

Good.

>> Feel good?

>> Not friendly. Not friendly at all.

>> More.

>> No, no, no, no, no thanks. No thanks.

>> It's Lieutenant Lewis again. He's really

after you.

>> I don't blame him. Every time I ask

questions about Ellen Bowen, somebody

gets murdered.

Guess he has to figure I know something.

>> What do you know?

>> A lot. But there are one or two missing

pieces.

>> I wish I knew why Eddie Francho got

killed.

>> Who done it? Who?

>> Welcome. did it. But I can't prove it.

Not yet, anyway. But I will because now

I'm mad.

>> Hey,

>> what?

>> Where did my story go? I left it here

for you to read.

>> I read it.

>> Well, come on, give.

>> There's one thing I loathe and detest.

It's an ambitious 23-year-old kid with a

lot of talent. It's a good story, Peg. I

cut out a half inch of G. Willers and

send it in

>> to print me and Fame magazine to print.

>> You're not going to cry, are you?

>> Oh, Jim.

>> A Peg. In your story, you quoted a woman

who worked for Ellen.

>> Hazel Phillips, the housemmaid.

>> Yeah. How did you get on to her?

>> She was in the book. Hazel. I went to

see her last night. She worked for Ellen

and that guy that was keeping her crook

shank, I guess.

>> Mhm. The maid said there was some kind

of fight, didn't she?

>> Yeah. Beat her up drunk. Jealous. I

guess something about Ellen giving money

to Francho. Anyway, the maid heard the

whole thing. It was very violent, she

said. And then Crookshank came ripping

out of the bedroom and sent her home.

But she did hear a conversation that

Crook Shank had on the phone with a man

named,

"Are you ready?"

>> Ben, welcome.

The next day, the maid got two weeks

notice, right?

>> Yeah.

>> But how? From Ellen Bowen personally? I

mean, did the maid ever actually see

Ellen after that?

>> No. She got a letter from Crook Shank a

few days later with two weeks salary in

it. She never did see Ellen again.

>> Okay.

There had to be a favor in there

somewhere.

>> It fits.

>> What does?

>> I'll tell you later. First, I'm going to

tell Krugshake a few things, and I want

you to keep tabs on him. Find out where

he goes and what he does. As for me, I'm

going to have lunch with a little girl.

>> Yeah. Oh, yeah. I love her. I'd love to

have lunch.

I said, "Sure, I'd love. I'll even pay

for it. That's what I think of you."

Right now, I'm painting my portrait. You

want to know what I have on? I'm such a

groovy model.

Oh, what time? I'll be there.

If it's a French restaurant, I might

even come as I am. Worry about that,

lover.

How am I supposed to keep tabs on Crook

Shank all day if if he stays in his

office after you leave?

>> Well, that's your problem, but do it.

>> We have others. They'll be on every news

stand in the country, day after

tomorrow, about the same time as the

funeral.

>> I warned you. You and that managing

editor of yours, they're laws against

liel.

>> Something that turns out to be true

isn't liable anymore, Mr. Krookshank.

>> Anything more you have to say can be

said to my attorney.

>> You thought you killed her, didn't you?

That's how Ben Welcome got such a hold

on you.

>> You met her at a party and fell for her.

A real flip. But she was married and she

wouldn't play games. So you had a

husband, Eddie Francho, taken care of. A

couple of goons worked him over so bad

he never really recovered from it. And

who would take care of a little chore

like that and never think twice? If you

did him a favor or two, like financing

him? Why, Ben? Welcome, that's who. Get

out of here. Not yet. You're going to

have the whole banana, brother. Ellen

started letting you pay the bills for

her. What choice did she have? But she

gave most of the money to Eddie Francho

to keep him alive. And when you heard

about it, you beat on her. You had a

fight with her that made her the whole

thing.

was an accident.

She fell down. I didn't mean to hurt

her.

>> You thought you killed her. And who

would get rid of the body for you? Why,

your old friend, the favor man, Ben

Welcome. Only you hadn't really killed

her. He just let you think you had.

Why cut down the money tree?

At least I didn't kill her. There isn't

any crime involved.

>> Well, there is now. Eddie Francher was

shot to death last night. Ellen Bowen

was the reason.

Why, she must have been first class to

hold you off so long, so hard.

I'm pretty desperate in the end to do

what she finally did to herself.

Tell me something, Mr. Thomas El.

Crookshank, what do you see when you

look in the mirror?

Salot for the gentleman.

>> Oh yes. Pour it right over him, please.

No tip if you do.

>> Yes, I thank you.

>> Tell me, lover,

what did you do for sleeping pills

before you met me?

>> I'm sorry. Really, I am.

I was out all night. Really out.

>> Where?

>> You wouldn't believe it.

>> Well, I decided not to believe anything

you say. You know, you're something

really different. You're the first date

I ever had. I got makeup all over me.

Are you trying to tell me something?

>> I picked up a few bruises underneath

this fine pink bloom of skin. I look

like somebody who did it and ran.

>> I noticed your eye right away.

>> Is it hanging out again?

>> Don't joke. I really worry about you.

You're not doing anything dangerous, are

you?

>> Hey, I'm really getting to you, aren't

I? Honey,

am I casting that magic spell? Hm.

>> As a matter of fact, you are.

Only there's one thing about us that

really worries me.

>> What?

>> It's something we're both going to have

to face together.

>> What if I get pregnant?

Oh, I am so sorry, sir. I don't know how

that happened. Is there anything the

matter with the coffee? The coffee, sir?

Anything the matter with the coffee?

>> I just It's hot. The coffee. Hot hot hot

hot. Very hot. Hot coffee. Hot coffee.

Hot.

>> I'll just be

>> just a minute.

Hi. Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. This is

one too many. Not luck, Bird Girl. I

thought I told you, but

>> you told me to keep tabs on Crook Shank,

and I did as long as it meant anything.

I was in the outside office interviewing

a secretary, pretending I was doing a

feature on Sex in the Career Girl.

>> Mhm.

>> Be a good story, incidentally. Only, how

would you get the pictures? Ah, Crook

Shank. Well, welcome arrived and they

went into the office and he and

Crookshank yelled for about a half an

hour until finally Welcome left. Then

Crookshank made a phone call.

I'm not so sure I want to work for you

anymore.

>> Crookshank,

>> he killed himself. End of story.

>> But if I knew what that last phone call

was, but you wouldn't have known about

that.

>> Oh, wouldn't I? Look at this. When the

secretary ran the office, I stole this

list of all his phone calls that he made

before he died. And this is the last one

he made.

>> This gain apartment's miss.

>> I knew you wouldn't be so mad if you

knew what I interrupted you for.

>> Now listen, the girl you're

interrupting, when she comes out, take

her to the park and buy some peanuts to

feed the pigeons, would you do that?

Tell her I got run over. It's the only

thing she'll forgive me for. Thanks,

Peg.

remember me? The $20 sucker? Friend of

Bel Lamar, who really didn't shake out

after all.

>> Well, um, she came back. Well, well, I

would have called you, but I I didn't

know who you are. I've only been on this

job a couple of weeks and and I don't

know everybody.

>> Mhm.

>> Well, I don't hardly know anybody.

>> Okay. Okay, she came back. What's the

apartment number?

>> A big girl like you.

What do you want?

Go away,

please.

>> I can't. I've got no choice. I'm coming

in.

>> Go away now.

>> I'm coming in.

>> Come on. Come on. Push. Push your way

in. I'm used to it. Come on.

Well, why don't you leave it open? I

mean, uh, let the world come in. Huh?

Oh, I'm used to it.

What do you want anyway?

Oh,

your ego massaged. H a mother

substitute.

A little bit of love. Well, I know all

about love.

>> I'm here about Ellen Bowen. You're some

kind of key to all this.

>> Keys?

Oh, cheerfully supplied.

Any size, any shape, any form.

>> This is where Ellen Bowen came when she

lived as a Shaina. She got a phone call

from you and came here. Then something

happened that made her decide to kill

herself. What was that?

>> Who knows? I mean, she had everything.

>> What happened here with Ellen?

>> Listen, mister.

I have been in this room

for nearly a week now. I mean, staring

at the walls, looking, thinking. And

there's one thing I think is

I don't answer any questions.

None.

Because

Because this

is my last cigarette.

Should

I smoke it? Well, now that's an

important question, isn't it?

You know what I did this morning? Do you

know what I did?

I stole milk from down the hall. Isn't

that really important?

>> So is death. It's suicide and murder

like Eddie Francho. Do you hear me?

You had to sniff around, huh?

You had to sniff around until you found

out everything.

You think?

Well, there's still a couple of pieces

missing, wise guy.

And one thing,

why was Francho killed? Why him? He was

completely harmless.

>> See, wise guy, you don't know

everything. Now you never will.

I know you work.

>> Hold it right now.

>> Hey, got away. Right down the fire

escape. Pull out a bulletin.

Help

me get out of this, will you?

>> Operator, how do you get the police?

>> A regular scientist.

>> That's probably the same gun welcome

used on Franch.

>> You lost one in your little crystal

ball.

Ellen Bowen.

No, she didn't commit suicide.

Postmortem came in this morning. Those

pills she took were practically 100%

cyanide.

Well, that wraps it up. I'm supposed to

take it to Howard's office the minute

you Okay, it

>> 3030.

>> Margie, Jeff Dylan, I have to talk to

him. It's urgent. Take off the 3030.

>> It's finished.

>> No, it isn't. A Howard, listen. I'm

calling about the tag on the Ellen Bowen

story. Now, it's okay as far as it goes,

but it isn't finished.

>> The forms have to be closed.

>> I know they're waiting to lock up the

forms, but there's something wrong.

>> What's wrong?

>> I don't know what's wrong. I I just have

a feeling there's more to it. Welcome

himself said there was, but it didn't

mean anything what I knew.

>> He was kidding you alone.

>> Well, why would he kid me? Just to make

me feel bad while he was blowing my

brains out the window. Look, Howard.

Howard, just give me 1 hour. Okay. Okay.

And if I come up empty, I'll commit

Harry Carrie in your reception room.

You're way out on a limb.

>> I've been out on a limb so long I feel

like building a nest. Why was Eddie

Francho killed?

I know the rest of it, but I Why Eddie

Francho?

The only thing I can think of just

doesn't make sense.

What? Hey, there you are. I've been

looking everywhere for you, haven't I,

Peggy? Phone calls, messages. I I've

been desperate. Isn't that right, Peggy?

Where is she? I kept saying to myself,

"Why can't I find her? Where is she?

Where can she possibly be?" Right,

Peggy?

>> I told you she were writing when you

didn't show up. I told you.

>> Thanks, Peggy.

>> First of all, I do not take gifts from

men. And if I did, they wouldn't be

peanuts.

Second, would you believe me if I told

you I'm actually sought after by men?

They call me pester me for dates but not

you. No, knowing you is a lot like being

all alone in life. So I have decided to

give you up what little there is of you.

>> Wait a minute. Now let me explain.

>> Oh, talk talk. I am sick of talk. You

want to fight? Put him up. Come on, you

yellow belly. Fight. Put him up like a

man. Come on. Okay,

>> now I know

you love me

pegm.

>> She can stay

education. Mm-m. He has to turn his

notorian that girl you

Peggy. Where did they take Vela?

>> To jail. Protective custody.

>> Mhm. How would you like to go to jail?

>> Like this?

>> You know, during the stay it's just a

visit.

>> Okay, I'll change. You can help me with

the zipper.

>> Pleasure.

>> I'll watch. It's educational.

>> Let's go.

>> Mhm.

>> I still don't see what good it does

dragging me all the way down here just

to meet somebody I've never even met

before.

>> I explained it to you in the cab. Eddie

Francho. Why would he get killed if all

he did was go to the morg and identify

his ex-wife? Why? There was only one

possible reason. Only one. The woman in

the morg wasn't Ellen. Ellen Bowen.

That's all.

>> You're Ellen Bowen.

It was Bel Lamar who died in the hotel,

wasn't it?

>> She guessed most of the story. I didn't

tell her anything, but she just kept

after me all the time. And then she she

takes my luggage, my clothes. I didn't

have anything. I couldn't go anywhere.

>> She had your address book with her when

she died. She went to the hotel so she

wouldn't be found when she started to

blackmail welcome. But he found her.

Then he started to look for you. That's

where I came in.

>> Lucky for me,

I was beginning to think I was running

out of luck.

>> Why did you go and stay with Bella? Was

she that good a friend of yours?

>> I arranged that.

I would have told you sooner, but it it

just didn't seem to matter if Ellen was

dead.

I couldn't tell you the truth.

I was afraid of him.

I'm still afraid.

>> You'll be safe here until he's caught.

>> I like your guy.

You could have prepared me for her being

alive.

I almost fainted.

>> I'm not sure I want to talk to you

anymore.

>> And people said we wouldn't last.

>> Huh?

Somebody following us.

>> I know. 10 bucks if you lose them.

>> Hold on tight.

There you go.

You stay with him and go for the police.

That street up ahead. Cut in fast. Hit

the brakes and I'll jump out.

Heavy.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Look at these.

This one.

>> Get in the back and stay down.

No matter what happens, stay down.

Stay down.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Why would I say anything nice to anybody

around here, it cost me a raise.

But I guess this time it's worth it. I'm

doing something that I don't very often

do. I'm making a personal trip to your

office to congratulate you. This is the

first time on record that I remember a

weekly magazine hitting the streets with

an up totheminute news item before the

dailies. Well done. Well done all of

you, Akolain. And you, young lady, you

write like an angel. How did you know

that? I

>> I must have forgotten to take your name

off, Peg.

>> And you, Jeff, what can I say to you?

>> How about take a few weeks off, young

man?

>> Oh, he wouldn't say that, would you?

>> No.

>> See, I told you he wouldn't say that.

>> Tell him you quit.

>> I quit.

>> And now see here, young lady, I be

grateful if you keep your pretty little

nose out of my business. Jeff works for

me.

>> Tell him the decision you made.

>> We're going away together. Uh, we're

going away together

>> on a honeymoon.

>> On a honeymoon?

>> We might even get married.

>> You can't leave now. I need you here.

I've got a big story coming up and

nobody to handle it. If you leave, I'll

fire you.

>> You don't care.

>> I don't care. You'll never work again.

I'll see to it that you don't have a pot

to put flowers in.

Now, now wait, wait a minute. I I really

I was only negotiating. I really do need

you. I might have to do some work myself

if you don't stick around. It's not that

I'm against sentiment. You wouldn't

believe it, but I'm sentimental to a

fault.

>> I'll do it. I like to do it. Men wear

such interesting clothes.

Does that sound terrible?

>> Doesn't bother me.

>> It'll get all rumpled.

>> No, it won't.

>> What's the matter?

>> Maybe I'm shy.

>> You need a drink? Maybe.

>> I like your paintings. Mulage Arield Zi

and that one at Dell.

I wish I could afford a Dal. When I

first came here, I thought they were

copies.

>> I don't believe in imitations.

>> Neither do I.

I hate phonies.

>> Jeff,

>> I was going to tell you.

>> No, you weren't.

I've been giving you a chance at it. A

long chance. Ever since this afternoon

when it turned out you were the reason

Ellen went to stay with Bella.

>> Is that so terrible? But if you told me

about it, I would have chewed it over a

little and that would have been the end

of it. But you didn't tell me. And there

had to be a reason.

You were involved

up to your pretty ears.

>> You didn't know what was going on.

>> I know enough. And I know the name of

the game. Blackmail. You were collecting

from Ben Welcome ever since he got Crook

Shank on the hook. Probably a long time.

Enough to start collecting art and

diamonds. I could have been.

>> No more lies. I've had enough.

>> What does it matter making a man like

Welcome pay for what he'd done.

>> I didn't mean any harm. I didn't know it

was going to turn out that way.

>> No.

You sold me out all along the way. Did

you think I'd never get around to

wondering how Welcome always knew where

I'd be and what I was doing? He was

always ahead of me at the mall Francho's

place. all the way. Even at Bel Lamar's

apartment, there he was, waiting. He had

to be getting phone calls from you, who

didn't mean any harm.

>> I was afraid of him.

>> You had the best reason, sweetie baby.

You were driving him up the wall. And

this afternoon at the garage, when you

wouldn't stay in the taxi and go for the

police, you knew he wouldn't even stop

to take care of me. It was you he was

after. I was just an extra added

attraction. You were the target,

>> Jeff.

It's over now.

Can it be really over?

>> Oh, it is. 3030, doll girl. End of

story.

I'll miss you. I don't think I'll ever

quite forget you, but I'll try. And

there'll be time. About 10 years is my

guess.

Don't call me when you get out. I'll

call you.

Jeff,

>> you're not going to

>> I already have air mail special

delivery.

You better start thinking about lawyers

and bail and what you'll wear in court.

>> Oh, I get it now.

>> It's just a joke.

You're just joking. I should have known

you wouldn't really.

That girl at your office said you left a

message for us to come here.

>> Pretty pollyy pretty here. She arranged

things for money. Blackmail.

Maybe she even had something to do with

Bel Lamar getting a surprise among her

sleeping tablets.

Well, you ask her the details.

The party is over for me.

You still don't know all of it.

You don't know one thing.

The most important part.

I fell in love with you. I would have

changed for you.

I really would have changed.

If you'd only kept quiet.

>> That's the trouble.

I would have changed, too, Leona.

I got your message and I did what you

asked. What happened?

>> I don't want to talk about it right now.

I won't want to talk about it tomorrow

either or the day after.

What did you do to yourself?

>> Why?

>> I don't know. Oh, you look different.

Better. Maybe I'm just getting used to

you.

What are you sitting around for?

>> I have anything to do.

>> Well, find something to do. As a matter

of fact, you can get me some aspirin.

And stop hunching over the way you do.

Didn't they teach you anything at that

idiotic school you went to?

>> Among other things, I happen to have had

the best posture in the entire school.

I'll bet you did.

Heat.

Heat.