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but it's the same idea.

Who is the guy gave you the kayo, your husband?

You couldn't be hurt ever again.

No, not even you.

You think that's good?

I know it is.

So you're not afraid.

If you were through with someone,

you'd throw them away like a burnt match.

That's it.

I don't think I believe anything you tell me.

Yes, you can.

What do you do, Blacky?

I put things together.

Somebody has an idea and needs some money I find the money.

Right now I'm putting together a show.

What kind of show.

Something they call "Happy Days".

Wanna be in it?

No, thanks.

Blacky, who was the Principal of our old school?

There you got me.

How did you find out about me?

A postcard got to my box. What difference does it make?

I could have gone to the same school.

Except that you would have remembered me.

Maybe I wouldn't have stood outside the wrong building.

If you hadn't married the wrong guy.

The spaghetti's getting cold.

If I don't stay, you'll say I'm afraid.

Wouldn't that be right?

Blacky, I think I can prove that you're not irresistible.

She was afraid of him in the beginning, I think.

Funny how a man can frighten a girl and attract her

at the same time.

And he was an appealing guy.

And careful. Never a false move.

At first I thought it was an act.

Like he was trying to move in slowly so no one would notice.

But if you ever saw them together.

Like that night at the Happy Days party...

after the opening of the show.

Blacky.

Solly wants to see you.

Okay, Spingler.

Be right back. Don't get lost.

Where do you suppose they get the energy?

They've been doing that now for three straight hours.

They've been pointing to this for months.

Are you in theatricals, too.

No, I'm in an art store.

Do you model?

No, no. I sell the pictures they hang over sofas.

One large picture or several small ones?

Large pictures are definitely out.

Of course, six small ones will do.

For a long sofa? Otherwise four.

It's also smart to match the color with the upholstery.

There's plenty of room to dance. Would you care to?

Yes, of course.

What do you do with a man like that?

Who has so much money he files it away under M.

And who's idea of fun was to find something he wanted and then

start a campaign to get it.

Rosita didn't know either.

Other than to stay away from him and put the flowers in water

and send the presents back.

Blacky.

Blacky.

Blacky.

Put them out! Put them out!

Blacky!

Go away, please.

Blacky.

Go away, Rosita, I don't want you to see me like this.

Blacky, darling!

Go away, please!

Can I call a doctor.

No, no. You don't understand.

Go, will you!

Go away from me, Rosita.

I gotta get away. I can't fight them.

I'm a buster, Rosita.

We'll both go away, Blacky.

She took him away to some place in the country.

But Blacky couldn't stand it. His nerves were shocked.

He told her he was leaving for her sake.

And he ran.

I was on the road with a show when she came back.

You saw her again, baby?

She wrote a couple of times.

It was a funny letter.

What do you mean?

Well, she didn't say anything at all, really.

But if you read them over a second time...

she sounded so lonely.

All in all, I heard she was doing fine.

With G.G. Temple.

How strange.

Give me some coffee, will you, baby?

All right.

Hiya, Tommy.

How's Rosita, Ed?

Hi, Ed.

Well, Ed, what's new?

He's just gonna read a breakout.

...the old economy security market,

nothing which, of course, is very important to us.

What have you got?

Wires from New York.

Cavanaugh and Bat must be Jerry Cavanaugh

and his fighter Bat Bennett.

They're en route to your city for fight tonight at stadium.

Last mailing address care of Hotspur Shaner...

Give me a couple of duckets for that fight.

These characters are hot.

Why?

Written in the book with pencil and it's still fresh.

That means they're the latest entry.

What else have you got?

None of these ever heard of her.

What about Belle Dorset?

Oh, nothing yet, but I got a picture of her.

Look. It's Ronnie Bland. And look who's peeking out

from behind her.

Solly Wellman.

Yeah.

Hey, let's pick me another dame, shall we?

You stick with Belle Dorset.

Yeah, but I'd like one that I can find.

Also I want you to check on John Spingler,

the man with a heart of gold.

He never heard of Rosita, but he's offering to bury her.

Yeah, and somebody else did, too.

Haymes at the morgue got a money order for 500 bucks.

Hey, take pictures for me, will you?

Tomorrow morning.

I want a simple place and a quiet funeral.

No circusing around.

Pig's been taking care of that.

Anything you say.

You can always get Bat to make up a fortune.

Yes, we'll do that.

Mr. Temple!

See you Sunday.

Right.

Thanks for the five hundred.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You read where Blacky Franchot was killed,

didn't you?

By an odd coincidence I happened to be there

when he went out.

You knew Franchot, didn't you, Mr. Temple?

Belle Dorset, Solly Wellman...

At least they were at the party you gave

to the Happy Days Company.

You met Rosita there.

I didn't give that party, I was just a guest.

And I don't know any of the people you're talking about.

But I did meet Rosita there and I told that to the police.

I also told them that I'd found her

a cheap grasping little thing who tried to blackmail me.

You're a liar, Temple. You found her to be a girl

you were crazy about.

But she wouldn't have anything to do with you.

Till Franchot was run off.

Now who would you get to do a chore like that?

Solly Wellman?

You know what you are, Temple, and so do I.

We've saved it for a month now.

Too long altogether.

But in the Spring she comes in.

A very sweet little girl.

I couldn't sell it on her.

When was the last time she came?

Oh, five weeks, maybe four.

How did she look? Did she look good?

She was thin, too pale, maybe.

She wanted to see it.

She wanted to be sure we hadn't sold it.

You can sell it to me now, Mrs. Schleffler.

No, this I couldn't do.

You don't believe she's dead, do you?

I read it in the paper.

But you see, I got to have the receipt.

She kept coming in to see it, but she never had

the twelve dollars.

She was poor, maybe.

But no, she was not.

Maybe she is busy.

Or maybe she never thought of it

until things got tough.

When she had to have something to cling to.

So you liked her very much.

I never met her.

Hello, wizard.

What's gonna happen around here?

Why should anything happen around here?

Forty minutes after Blacky Franchot left your dame

in the morgue

he's dead.

What did the dame have to do with it?

Now look, Jack, if I knew I...

You knew enough to be at Blacky's before he went out.

There's only one way that you can cut the lead on us...

Only one way.

You were in her room at the hotel ahead of us.

Oh, Jack, you don't think I would hold out on you,

would you?

You found a diary or an address book there.

I told you I have visions.

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