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found it has a definite bearing on the truth.

Is he charged with it?

Well, we can't very well

dismiss the evidence, can we?

This about it?

And, uh, what if he could prove that he was

at that movie at the time the girl was killed?

To tell you the truth, Mr. Mullen...

I've rarely met a murderer who wasn't

at a movie at the time of the murder.

I hope you'll remember, please,

that this was strictly between ourselves.

I won't mention it, and I'd rather

you didn't, if you don't mind.

- I understand. - We're all after

the same thing, of course- the truth.

And every little bit helps, you know.

Well, I just can't believe it about Peter.

That's all.

- Thanks anyway.

- Glad to meet you, Mr. Marin.

- Mullen.

- Oh, that's all right. I'm used to that.

- Yeah?

- Mr. Mullen on two.

- Brian?

- Have you heard from the police yet?

Nothing new. Why?

I've got some very bad news

for you, Peter.

Nanny didn't kill herself.

She was murdered.

Who said she was?

That Detective Bruce was

up here just now and told me.

Had a report from the autopsy.

Obviously, they're gonna

try and pin it on you.

- You mean arrest me?

- I suppose so. That's the usual routine, isn't it?

Have you got a lawyer?

Just a minute. Yes?

Sergeant Owens from the

police is here to see you.

Okay. Uh, just hold it

a minute, will you?

Take a glance.

Lieutenant Bruce speaking.

Sergeant Owens, Lieutenant.

- The so-and-so powdered out on us.

- You're kidding.

Without even asking us

what we wanted.

- What was he wearing?

- What was the man wearing?

Dark slacks.

- Yeah.

- Light, checked sports jacket.

- Yeah.

- Gray hat.

All cars, especially cars in

the vicinity ofTimes Square...

be on the lookout

for Peter Denver.

Wanted for questioning

in homicide.

Denver, about 36, 180 pounds...

wearing dark slacks,

light, checked sports jacket.

- Hello?

- Brian?

- We got cut off.

- Are you alone?

- Yes.

- Well, they came for me, but I got out.

If they lock me up now,

I'm a dead duck.

Can you stay by that phone

for a while?

Of course, but are you sure

you should have done that?

I don't now, but it's a cinch

I'm not gonna be able...

to do anything for myself

if I'm in the Tombs.

I've got to dig into

this thing while I can.

All right.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Nothing. Just stand by in case I need

to get in touch with somebody.

- Okay. I'll be here.

- I'll call you later.

- Who is it?

- Lieutenant Bruce, Miss Amberly.

- Let me go!

- Try to scream, you're gonna get hurt. You understand?

- Please!

- Do you understand what I said?

- Yes.

- I don't know whether you know it or not...

but Nancy Ordway was murdered,

and they're trying to hang it on me.

So you can figure out for yourself

whether I mean this or not.

- You let me go!

- Are you gonna keep quiet?

- You've got no right-

- Are you gonna keep quiet or not?

- Yes.

- All right.

But don't kid yourself.

You make one sound,

and you're gonna be sorry for it.

You understand that?

Now I want you to tell me something,

and I want the truth too.

- When did that girl first tell you about me?

- You killed her.

Answer me, you idiot! When did

that girl first tell you about me?

- Please!

- Then answer me.

It was the dayJohn asked her to marry him.

She told me that night.

When was that?

How long ago?

June 2.

It was on his birthday.

What makes you

so sure of that?

That's when he asked her-

the day he was 21.

And that same night, she told

you about this other man?

Yes. But I'd already

guessed some of it.

What had you

already guessed?

That she was in love

with somebody-

a married man probably.

She was so unhappy about it.

How long had you guessed that?

I don't know.

Several weeks I suppose.

And that same night,

she told you that it was me?

She did.

What did she say exactly?

That you were in love.

That you were married.

You didn't think your wife

would give you a divorce.

Did she tell you then

that she was gonna have a child?

No. Not then.

When did she tell you that?

Last Tuesday-

the day before you killed her.

How long had she been pregnant?

I don't know.

She didn't say.

I don't know whether

to break your neck or not...

but you're lying to me

and I know it.

But I'm not.

I swear it, I tell you.

- Where's your brother?

- Back at school.

All right, stop worrying.

I'm not gonna do anything

to you now.

But remember this.

If you tell the police about this...

I'll get you if it's the last thing

I ever do.

That girl's got me in a box here.

And apparently no one's gonna

help me out of it but myself.

So you think twice before you

decide to do anything foolish.

Operator, get me the police, quick.

Hold it here a minute.

When does this place open?

Don't open anymore.

Closed up.

- You mean for good?

- Yeah. The cops took up their license.

Who do you want there?

Well, I left a raincoat

in there the other night...

and I'd like to get it back

if I could.

- You want to see Anne about that.

- Who's Anne?

The checkroom girl.

Look, you go around there

on Eighth Avenue...

on the west side next to the corner,

and it's a bar and grill.

- She's workin' there now.

- Thank you.

I beg your pardon.

You Anne?

Yeah.

Can I talk to you alone

a few minutes?

- What about?

- Nancy Ordway.

- Oh, you're Peter Denver, aren't you?

- Yeah.

I saw your picture

in the paper.

- Charlie.

- Yeah?

This is a fella who wants to

talk to me about Nancy Ordway.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Looks like you're

in quite a jam.

It's worse than that.

Now they say that it wasn't suicide.

- I could have told you that from the start.

- How?

Girls like that don't kill themselves.

They're too busy for that.

- What do you mean "busy"?

- Gettin' on in the world, butterin' up to people.

- You know what she did one night?

- Huh?

Humphrey Bogart

came in the place.

She gave me two bucks to let her

help him put his coat on.

- You know the Amberlys?

- Yes.

Well, look at the way

she went after them.

That's the way she went

after everybody.

I certainly don't want to speak

disrespectfully of the dead...

but that Nanny was strictly

a purpose girl.

Do you think she was

hustling the Amberlys?

What else?

Big rich family in Boston...

social register,

nice unmarried boy.

- That was a big deal for her until you came along.

- But why me?

Why not? You're a big character-

famous, plenty of dough.

Why take the kid

if she could get you?

- But I wasn't interested in her.

- Oh, weren't you?

Not in the way everybody thinks.

What was it then, a shakedown?

I suppose so,

but I can't tell you how.

She was gonna have a baby, you know.

- Wasn't yours?

- No, I'm just the chump she hung it on.

- Well, then whose was it?

- That's what I'm tryin' to find out now.

Did she have any other boyfriends

that you might know about?

That I couldn't tell you.

Oh, she had 'em, all right,

but somewhere else, away from the joint.

That's all I ever saw,

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