Alias Nick Beal Page #3

Brother, what a place.

Yours?

No.

Looks like a dame's apartment.

- That's right.

Who?

You.

- Me?

Excuse me while I die laughing.

Answer it.

Hello.

Wait a minute.

He wants to know if we want

some packages sent up.

We do.

Send them up.

Look, what's the deal and

who's this girl?

A girl that's had some bad luck.

- That sure must have changed.

I'll tell you about her.

Good family, two years of college,

and tried the New York stage

only she got fouled up.

Actor named Boyden.

Boysie, she called him.

Only it turned out he forgot to tell her

he was married.

One night they had a fight

and he fell down some stairs.

Accident they called it.

Where you going?

- Getting out of here.

Where do you want me to put them, miss?

- On the couch.

Want me to unpack them, sir?

No. We'll attend to that.

Thanks.

Where did you hear about Boysie?

New York.

- Are you a friend?

I met him once.

Oct. 13, 1944.

That's the night he was killed.

That's right.

What's that?

Cigarette case and lighter to match.

Look at them.

Sapphires!

That's what I said.

Sapphires,

silk,

sable.

Put it on.

That wouldn't be right.

- Read what it says.

Donna Allen.

Put it on.

Now look at yourself.

What have I got to do?

Murder?

Just the opposite.

Reform work.

In a boy's club.

Two hundred and fifty dollars.

I'm sorry it isn't larger.

We ought to be paying you

for all the work

you're doing around here.

This place is in order

for the first time in five years.

You and poor Dr. Garfield are so busy.

I do hope you let me stay on.

We'd be crazy if we didn't.

It's almost like a miracle

the way you just

dropped out of the sky.

I did social work at home.

I missed it.

It isn't a miracle.

Garfield and I have our own opinion.

The boys too.

Do you mind if I do something

rather personal?

Something no woman can resist.

I'm afraid it's not very presentable.

It doesn't quite match your personality.

You ought to wear something gay

for a change.

You think so?

Next time you go shopping for ties

why don't you take me along?

I'll do that.

I hear you've been looking for me.

Yes I was. I called the China Coast.

Miss Allen, this is Mr. Beal.

How do you do, Mr. Beal?

Glad to know you.

I've got something for you.

Sure you don't want it

now that you know it isn't hot?

Hot?

I hear you had the

serial numbers checked.

Mrs. Foster thought.

-She would.

But the deal still goes.

You'll be needing money

for your campaign.

I haven't even been

nominated yet, Mr. Beal.

But they're meeting tonight,

aren't they?

Yes but no telling what might happen.

Joseph, it's six o'clock.

Is it? I'll get my hat and

be right with you.

Hello, Miss Allen.

- Hello, Doctor.

Something interest you, Reverend?

I don't know.

You remind me of something.

Someone I...

- It's not impossible.

Would you mind telling me your name?

Around here it's Beal. Nick Beal.

I thought you two had met.

This is Dr. Garfield.

I know.

But we've got to get along.

Come on, Miss Allen.

I'm sorry if I seemed rude.

I had a strange feeling

I'd seen you before.

I don't do much business with preachers.

Alright, fellows.

Form over here.

Come on, come on let's go.

Hello, Larry.

How are you doing?

OK I guess, Mr. Foster.

That's the ticket.

We have an old fashioned

custom here, Mr.Beal.

Every afternoon at the end of the day

someone reads the boys a passage

from the Bible.

And whenever it's possible

we try to have someone different read.

It makes them realize

that the Bible belongs to us all.

Would you like to read?

Me?

What do I know about things like that?

That doesn't matter.

I've marked a passage.

It's one of the psalms of David.

No. It's your book, read it yourself.

Alright.

The earth is the Lord's

and the fullness thereof.

The world and they that dwell therein

For He had founded it upon the seas,

established it upon the floods.

Who shall ascend

into the hill of the Lord?

And who shall stand in His holy place?

He that hath clean hands

and a pure heart.

Who hath not lifted

up his soul to vanity

nor sworn deceitfully.

He shall receive

the blessings of the Lord

and righteousness

and the God of his salvation.

This is the generation of them

that's seeking.

that seek thy face. Amen.

Amen.

About ready, darling?

What in the world are you doing?

I haven't got a tie

that's fit to wear out.

What's the matter with those?

No color they're drab.

They make me feel like

a retired undertaker.

I'm sure the Whites know

you're not a retired undertaker.

I'm aware of that, Martha.

But if a man feels gay,

he wants a gay tie.

Even if it is only to a bridge party.

Alright, darling, I'll buy you some

first thing in the morning.

No you won't.

You have a picture of me as if

I were a doddering old fossil.

I'll buy them myself.

Does somebody else have

a different picture, Joseph?

Why do you say that?

Maybe intuition.

Mr. Foster.

Come in, Eileen.

There's a man downstairs

says he has to see you.

He's acting sort of queer.

Queer?

Excuse me.

Help me with these will you, Eileen?

- Yes ma'am.

Mr. Foster?

Yes?

- My name is Finch.

Henry T. Finch

You got someplace we can talk?

In the library but I haven't much time.

I haven't either.

I have to get out of town.

I've been hiding but they're on to me.

You see, they think I did it.

Did what, Mr. Finch?

I guess I'm not making much sense.

I'm nervous.

I was bookkeeper

at the Highwater Cannery.

I kept Hanson's books on the side.

Let's go in here.

You're the man we were trying

to find during the trial.

So were they.

The funny thing is I burned those books

the day Hanson told me.

Then you came up with them.

Same figures, same signatures.

I saw the photographs in the papers.

Are you trying to say

the books were faked?

I'm not blaming you, Mr. Foster.

You had to do it to get him.

But you sure put me on the spot.

That's why I got to clear out.

A couple of thousand could carry me.

This is a very feeble attempt

at blackmail.

No. You got it wrong.

I'm helping you.

Otherwise I'd have to get

police protection,

tell about the books.

Who put you up to this?

Nobody.

You didn't burn any books.

Yes, sir.

I burned them all.

Watched them go up in smoke.

As close as I am to you.

Maybe you didn't know they were faked.

China Coast?

I want to speak to Mr. Beal.

Nick Beal.

Oh, he's not?

Will you ask him to call Mr. Foster

if he comes in?

Yes. That's right.

Thanks.

I wish I knew what kind of game

you were up to.

Hurry. The Whites are here.

There's too many people here.

I gotta go.

I'll see you at your office at ten.

I burned them, Mr. Foster.

Joseph, we're waiting for you.

Yes, I'm coming.

What's the matter?

I'll have to leave in an hour or so.

Wolfe promised to show me

some papers around ten.

There was a message for you.

- I got it.

How did it go?

Alright.

Is he going to meet you?

Ten at his office.

Good.

I got the pipe.

I don't know why you want it.

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