Dial 1119 Page #2

What's the sense of having

a television if you can't see it?

You mean anybody wants to?

I do. I like to watch them

beat each other's brains out.

Fourteen hundred bucks installed,

the guy charges me.

Push button picture control,

reflected image, 3 by 4 foot screen.

What do I get on it? Wrestlers, crumbs.

Hey.

What's this an orphan?

Don't belittle wrestlers, Chuckles.

They merely illustrate the society

in which we live. We're all wrestlers.

Everybody beats each other's brains out.

You know something, Harry?

You're extremely dull.

I'm sorry. I find you very exciting.

I was about to suggest that we wind up

this drunken evening together.

You couldn't go the distance.

Hey, Harry, it's for you.

That's a moot question. I'm not here.

There's been a killing at the bus terminal.

They want you there.

You haven't seen me.

Tell them I'm not here.

You'll get yourself fired.

That's impossible.

- What's the matter? You crazy?

- Stop annoying the customers.

I'm no longer a working member

of the fourth estate.

The city editor doesn't know it yet

but he'll be duly informed.

Oh, big words.

I'll have another.

One for the road, and that's all.

- I think this is what you want, captain.

- Thanks.

- Say, isn't that...?

- Butt out.

See if she recognizes him.

No.

It's Wyckoff.

Gunther Wyckoff.

- What does she say?

- She's just scared.

Sure.

Tell her we'll protect her.

This is the man.

- She said she can't forget him.

- Good.

Rewrite, please.

Here's your lead. Gunther Wyckoff, fugitive

from the Hospital for the Criminal Insane.

Rooming house murder. Wyckoff, the guy

who slashed the waitress three years ago.

Dragnet for the killer

of the bus driver tightens.

Insane killer returns to Terminal City.

Yeah, that's right.

Gunther Wyckoff, armed, dangerous.

It should be perfectly obvious

to you by now, young lady...

...that you have been stood up.

Your young man's

forgotten all about you.

Are you kidding?

Chuckles.

Now, you take it easy.

- I wanna buy Harry another malted milk.

- Yeah?

That's an admirable idea...

...but for the moment,

you'll have to excuse me.

You know Harry's on a diet.

Leave him alone.

- He's a happy character.

- He's got ulcers.

How do you know? You ever see them?

Dismiss it.

Tell Skip to come here.

- What for?

- To mix me a drink.

You got a drink.

Hey, Skip. Table.

Right.

Of course, I don't fool myself.

A girl with my position...

A lot of men invite me out because

they think I can get them in to see the boss.

I understand, Helen.

The world's full of fellows like that,

promoters, operators.

But I admire the way you handle them.

Sometimes it's rather difficult.

Well, of course it is, and an awful strain.

That's why I thought

of this weekend up at the lake...

...away from all this heat

and a few laughs.

After all,

you've got to learn to break the tension.

I realize it.

Well, tempus fugit.

The weekend's already started.

Is there something wrong with that?

No. No, of course not.

It's just that...

Well, I think I've told you

I live with my mother.

Mm-hm.

You see,

mother's had a heart condition for years.

And whenever I go away,

I guess I can't help feeling a little uneasy.

Well, of course you can't.

That's a big responsibility for a girl.

I don't care who it is.

But you've got to learn to develop

a philosophy about these things.

Take the bitter with the sweet.

I've always felt

that when my time's up, that's it.

I'm ready. No regrets.

- I had plenty of fun.

- Well, it's not the responsibility so much.

Mother's a very understanding woman.

But in her condition,

so as not to worry her unnecessarily...

...I don't always tell her where I'm going.

You're right. Don't I know.

We all have problems in human relations.

My marriage...

Well, when we're better acquainted,

there are a lot of things I want to tell you.

This is a special police bulletin.

The police have good reason

to suspect...

...that the man who shot and killed

a bus driver...

...in the Orchard Street Depot tonight

is Gunther Wyckoff...

...a recent fugitive from the State Hospital

for the Criminal Insane.

This is a photograph

of the suspected murderer.

Gunther Wyckoff, 27 years old.

Six feet two inches tall.

Light brown hair, brown eyes.

This man is a ruthless, dangerous killer.

He is still at large somewhere

in Terminal City. He is armed.

Wyckoff may be in hiding

but he could be on the street...

...in a public place, in a hotel.

Maybe you can help me.

Because when I first saw you,

when I first walked in that office...

...I said, "There's a girl with intellect."

And believe me,

that's a rare combination...

...beauty and intellect.

Skip.

If you see this man, call the police.

- Skip, come and talk to me.

Dial 1119.

Hey, Chuckles, it's snowing again.

Want a drink?

Coming right up.

Why, Chuckles.

Why, Chuckles, I didn't think you cared.

I've always cared.

Take it easy.

How about it, mister? Another?

No.

Skip, take over.

I'm gonna get

another bottle of vermouth.

Chuckles, you're a loveable character.

I just thought of a good story.

- You know...

- It's about time.

Nobody's leaving.

Lock the door.

Put the chain on.

I tell you, it was a backfire.

Then why did that woman scream?

It's none of our business. Come along.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

There's a cop over there.

Get over there.

All of you.

Why don't you sit down.

Get to the telephone at the drug store.

Call police headquarters.

Tell them you're calling for Martin,

Beat 42.

A man with a gun barricaded in a bar

at Second and Spring.

- Tell them I've been hit.

- Right. Come on, honey.

What do you want?

Don't get up.

Look, we've got to rush him.

- Somebody could get hurt.

- He can't get us all.

Well, maybe we can talk him

into letting us go.

You can't talk to him.

Skip, how many bullets

does that gun shoot?

The gun holds eight.

He's fired two, that's six left.

He's got another clip.

That's eight more shots.

They heard a scream, so there must be

other people up there with him.

I didn't get a chance to find out.

- Do you think there will be a reward?

- I wouldn't know, ma'am.

Please stand back.

You're in the line of fire.

Get all the people out

of those apartments.

- Start a barricade down the next block.

- Okay.

What's it all about, lieutenant?

Information, please.

Information?

Would you be kind enough

to give me the number...

...of the Rialto Drug Store

on Second Street?

Thank you very much.

Is this the Rialto Drug Store?

I'm calling from the bar across the street.

Would you please tell the policeman

in charge outside your store...

...that I want to speak to him?

Who's this?

Captain Keiver, Homicide.

Oh, yes.

You remember me, captain?

This is Gunther Wyckoff.

I don't want any trouble, captain.

I've come back to see the doctor,

Dr. Faron.

Just a minute, captain.

You.

No.

Come here.

Talk to him.

Tell him what's happening in here.

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