Black Angel Page #3

He moves

to the death house today.

This is George Mitchell

from Hollywood.

They sent me his things...

as if he were already dead.

I gave it to him

for his birthday.

Won't even work.

They even

included that.

It's hers.

No, it isn't.

She had a double "M"

on everything.

That looks

like a phone number.

It's in her handwriting.

Crestview 2111.

Does that mean

anything to you?

Not a thing.

There's one way to find out.

Oh, it's over there.

[Ringing]

Rio's.

Where is it?

On the Sunset Strip.

[Clicks]

You know what he did,

Mr. Marko? He hung up.

You know what I'd do

in your place?

No.

I'd hang up too.

[Waltz]

[Continues]

What'll it be?

A Coke, please.

And yours?

Make it two.

It's a pretty big haystack

for one little needle.

Hey, you.

This goes to Mr. Marko's

private office.

Sorry. Just looking

for the phone.

It's right over there.

Thanks a lot.

It's all right.

Could that be

the man you saw?

I can't tell from here.

Shall we dance over?

Do you wanna go back?

Let's keep looking.

I like it.

The one coming down

the stairs.

Check, please.

Who's the gentleman

you were just talking with?

Mr. Marko.

Owns the place.

Would you happen to know

how often Mr. Marko changes

the talent in his floor show?

He has auditions every

Monday afternoon...

for professionals.

Mr. Marko is going to have company

starting Monday.

Professionals.

What do you mean?

Carver and Martin.

[Piano]

Relax, Cathy. Don't forget

I put Mavis over.

You've worked hard, and

you're gonna do all right.

So relax.

Suppose somebody

recognizes me.

Oh, stop worrying.

Good? No?

No.

Then why do you waste

your time listening?

Well, I'm a dreamer.

Someday I hope I'll pick up

something good... cheap.

But that's not it.

That's enough. Thank you.

That's enough! Thank you.

Carver and Martin,

you're next.

That's us.

Thank you.

I wanna be talked about

I don't care

what they say

[Clattering]

Go bandy my name about

In the end it's bound to pay

You're in the swing

when nothing daunts you

Once you're in demand

the whole world wants you

[Clattering]

Long as I'm a big sensation

Tell 'em you can't

compete with busboys,

and make it strong.

I'm sorry, but those busboys...

I can't compete with them.

[Clattering, Vacuum Whirring]

[Whirring Continues]

[Clattering Continues]

Don't you hear?

Keep quiet.

Yeah! Keep quiet.

Hey, that goes

for you too.

[Whirring Stops]

All right, madam.

Go ahead.

I wanna be talked about

I don't care what they say

Go bandy my name about

In the end it's bound to pay

You're in the swing

when nothing daunts you

Once you're in demand

the whole world wants you

Long as I'm a big sensation

I can get along

on my reputation

I wanna be talked about

That suits me to a "T"

'Cause I'll have nothing

to squawk about

As long as

they talk about me

Sticks and stones

won't break my bones

And names will bring me fame

A man in the hand

is worth two in the arms

Of some other dame

I wanna be talked about

Don't you know

it's not polite to stare?

It suits me to a "'T'"

I've seen her somewhere.

It's still not polite.

'Cause I'll have nothing

to squawk about

As long as they talk

talk, talk, talk

Talk about me

Tell 'em to come over.

Mr. Marko, I think...

Now, look.

I don't slug,

and you don't think.

Is that a deal?

Yeah.

Now will you tell 'em

to come over?

Mr. Marko

wants to see you.

[Banjo]

Your name is Miss, uh...

Carver, Catherine Carver,

and this is my partner, Jack Martin.

How do you do?

Nice to know you.

Oh, these artists.

I hate them.

Make so much noise.

Let's go up to my office.

[Continues]

Oh, what relief!

Joe, I'll be

right with you.

Sit down.

I liked your performance.

Very nice.

Thank you.

Very nice too.

Incidentally, uh, I write

all of Miss Carver's material.

Well, naturally.

Thank you.

- Where was

your last engagement?

- Seattle.

Pardon me, please.

How much

have you been getting?

Two hundred.

Two hundred!

But, of course,

we might take a little less...

for the opportunity

of working here.

Huh? Take less? No, no.

That won't be necessary.

I was just wondering

why two artists as talented

as you are should ask so little.

Funny I haven't seen you before.

Well, shall we say 200 a week?

All right?

After that,

who knows?

How are ya, professor?

Good morning,

Mr. Marko.

[Engine Revving]

[Whistling]

[Whistling Continues]

[Whistling Stops]

I brought you

some flowers, Cathy.

Thank you, Marty.

Where do you keep, uh,

something to put 'em in?

Oh, a vase.

Here we are.

They're lovely.

I thought they might

brighten up the place.

Thank you.

[Piano]

Do you like it, Cathy?

Love it.

Read the words.

[Piano]

"Time will tell...

"how much you mean.

"Will love keep growing?

"Time will tell.

There seems to be

no way of knowing."

[Continues]

I wrote it for you.

"Here's my heart.

It's yours to keep."

"Till stars of evening

cease to burn."

They're beautiful words.

Marty,

[Music Stops]

Thanks for everything

you've done for me.

You haven't exactly

kicked me in the face,

you know.

Cathy?

Yes?

If we find the brooch

and Kirk is cleared...

We'll find it.

Sure.

You've stuck by him.

Then when he gets out

of all this, you won't

owe him a thing.

Let's go through it once.

Shall we, Marty?

Sure.

[Piano]

Time will tell

How much you mean

Will love keep growing

Time will tell

There seems

To be

No way of knowing

Though I try

I know well

By and by

Time will tell

Here's my heart

It's yours to keep

Till stars of evening

Cease to burn

To have

To hold

Will you

give your heart

In return

And while

I'm in your spell

Will I love wisely

Or too well

Who can say

Time

Will tell

[Applause]

[Audience Chattering]

Wonderful.

Thank you.

Martinis, please.

Freddie,

how about a drink?

Two Cokes

coming up.

Say, I see you made

Mitchell's column this morning.

No!

"What Sunset Strip

cafe operator...

"heretofore billed

as a woman-hater...

is belying his billing

and cooing at the spot's

new thrush?"

Where does he

get such drivel?

Freddie, do you mind?

This is kinda private.

Oh, not at all.

I phoned it to him.

You what?

I was hoping to get

closer to that safe.

That's the hard way,

isn't it?

I have to get into it,

Marty, no matter how.

Mr. Marko

wants to see you.

Me?

Right now.

You wouldn't know

what this is about, would you?

You better go up

to his office.

[Marko]

No, no, no, Mitchell.

I'm not complaining

about the story.

You know I love to

be in your column, but

why didn't you use my name?

Who wants to be a puzzle?

Hello, Catherine.

Come in.

Oh, nothing.

Huh?

By the way, uh,

who tipped you off?

Oh, anonymous lady.

Another puzzle, huh?

Thank you very much, George.

I'll be seeing you.

Sometimes I, I find myself

surrounded by puzzles.

Lucky said you wanted

to talk to me.

Uh-huh.

Come here.

Something that might

interest you.

Why don't you open it?

It's lovely.

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