East Side, West Side Page #8

He told me so, last night.

I'll call him and he'll come running.

Do you know how he thinks of you?

- Roughly.

- As a sickness.

And what do you stand for, health?

Sacred and profane love, huh?

If Bran wants you,

why doesn't he leave me?

I'd let him go. He knows that.

But he begs me to stay with him. Why?

He's told me why, over and over again.

For the same reason he married you.

Because he loves me.

Because he wanted a checkrein,

a control, a straightjacket.

And that's what you are to him,

because he's a little afraid to be himself.

You're a little afraid, too, aren't you?

Of what? Of you?

Why else did you call me?

Because you're not sure of yourself.

Because you know you've lost Bran,

this is one last desperate try, isn't it?

You're afraid and unhappy,

and perhaps that's only fair.

You've caused me a great deal

of unhappiness in the past.

But if I were in your place, I would

remember something Miss Cavanaugh

didn't forget to teach me.

How to lose, gracefully.

Did you really think that trip

to Virginia would work?

You didn't think he'd tell me

about that, did you?

You're expecting him at 6:30

with the tickets, but he won't be there.

- I think he will.

- He won't be there!

How's your friend?

A little stronger than I expected.

You said you were going to visit

some old friends?

No, family. The Sistinas.

Mama was my father's sister,

and I grew up with the boys.

They're my cousins.

I saw them for a while yesterday

afternoon, but there were so many

other people around, I didn't get

a chance to give them any news

about our relatives from the old country.

I hope it's good news

you're bringing them.

Oh, half and half.

Well, hadn't I better stay in the car then?

They won't want a stranger around.

You won't be a stranger, you're my friend.

Besides, ever since I've met you,

we've been on your side of town.

I don't think you've ever seen

my side of town. Couldn't have,

it's a million miles away from Park Avenue

or Gracie Square,

I'm kind of curious

as to how you'll get along.

But you're such a snob,

you don't think I will.

I refuse to commit myself.

It'll be interesting to find out.

- What you looking at, sis?

- You.

You're the realest man I ever met,

and the kindest, and the tallest.

Hey! Hey! Hey, just a minute!

Hey, aren't you Mark Dwyer,

Old Man Andacci's kid?

- Yeah.

- Well, how do you like that?

I'm Chuck Snyder from PS 765.

We was in Miss Richards' class

together, remember?

- Well, I'll be... How are you?

- Well, well.

This is a friend of mine, Mrs. Bourne.

- How do you do?

- Pleased to meet you.

How about me, huh? An eye like an eagle.

Maybe 15 years I ain't seen you,

and right off the bat, I spot you like that.

- Yeah.

- Say, whatever happened to you?

Well, what happens to people?

- I got older, you know.

- I heard you was a cop.

You quit the force?

- In a way, yes.

- Oh, they bounced you.

You get into some other game?

I'm thinking of going into

the newspaper game.

Not working, huh? Say, that's tough.

- I think it's gonna work out, though.

- Oh, sure, sure.

You just keep your chin up.

That's what I keep telling him.

He's got to keep his chin up.

Sure, that's the ticket.

Now, listen, I got a little restaurant

on 7th Street, The Tiptoe Inn.

Get it? The Tiptoe Inn.

Now, whenever you're

in the neighborhood, you just tiptoe in.

There's always a sandwich

and a cuppa for an old friend.

Thanks, Chuck. Thanks very much.

Oh, that's all right.

Say, everybody can't have it good.

Well, I gotta go. The missus is waiting.

Pleased to have met you.

Don't forget. The Tiptoe Inn.

I got you, Chuck.

How tall do I look now?

Hail the conquering hero!

Oh, shut up.

- Home?

- Home.

I lived four blocks from here

when I was a kid.

I used to play games in these streets.

Olly, olly, oxen free.

How did you know that?

See that brown house over there,

the one with the iron fence around it?

I was born in that house.

You and your side of town!

Maybe that's why I feel so comfortable

with you. We're old neighbors, eh?

You know, it's funny, Jess.

I know so much about you, and so little.

I have so many questions.

But no point in asking them,

in saying anything for that matter,

except, "Pleased to have met you."

That has a farewell ring.

I'll be leaving in a couple of days,

back to Europe.

I still work for the government, you know.

What will you be doing?

I mean, if it's all right for me to ask.

Oh, just finding out what the people

over there think about us.

It's a funny sort of a job,

but it's kind of interesting.

Mark, did you know you'd be leaving

so soon last night, when you said...

When I told you I was in love with you?

Yes, I knew.

It wouldn't have mattered, though.

If people get together, geography can't

separate them, not anymore.

We just didn't have a chance

to get together.

We've sort of been passing each other

in route to different places.

I hope you get where you're going safely.

I only wish that we'd met

some other time.

Mark, please come up

and have a drink with us.

- Well, you have to catch a train.

- Oh, it's early.

I'd like you to meet Bran,

under improved conditions.

Okay.

- Oh, Mrs. Bourne.

- Yes?

Mr. Bourne called a few moments ago.

He wants you to call him back

at Chelsea 3-3098.

Thank you, Charlie.

Fix yourself a drink, Mark.

Everything's right there.

Jess?

Jess, what is it?

He's at her place.

This is her number.

Isabel Lorrison?

He asked me to call him there.

He...

He promised he'd never see her again.

I didn't ask him to promise, he wanted to.

But she said,

"I'll call him and he'll come running."

And he did.

She was right.

It's...

It's Brandon who is a liar.

A liar!

Jess.

He... He must be waiting for my call.

What are you gonna say to him?

That I hope they'll be very happy.

Jessie! Jess, listen to me.

Something terrible has happened.

Isabel is dead. Murdered.

Murdered?

I didn't kill her, Jess.

She was dead when I got here.

I had to tell you myself

before the police called you.

Isabel is murdered.

He said she was dead when he got there.

Who's there with you, Jess?

Bourne, this is Mark Dwyer.

I'm coming right over there.

Now, listen, don't call the police

until I get there. Don't...

He's already called the police.

Give me the address. 60...

60, Washington Square. Apartment 2B?

Yeah, I've got it.

What?

No, no, I won't bring her.

She was alive when I saw her, Mark.

Brandon wants you to stay here.

I'm going with you.

Dead on arrival.

Who's on this?

Lieutenant Jacobi.

Good. Tell him Mark Dwyer would like

to see him, will you, please?

Lieutenant? See you a minute?

How are you, Jake?

I heard you were back.

Good to see you, Mark.

Say, don't tell me

there's a federal angle on this?

No, they're friends of mine.

This is Mrs. Bourne. Lieutenant Jacobi.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Does anything add up?

No. No, not yet. I just got here.

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