Man In The Vault Page #3

Gives you a chance to think.

The Hollywood Bowl.

Twenty thousand seats carved

in a majestic hillside.

Concerts under the stars.

I read that once in a travel folder.

You come up here very often?

Not very often.

I made a key for a violin player once

and he gave me a ticket.

I sat way over there.

Could hardly hear a thing.

Do you like classical music?

I guess so.

Don't know too much about it.

My father says that all you have to know

to be a music lover is...

when to cough and where to applaud.

He used to bring me up here

when I was a little girl.

I remember...

I used to close my eyes when the music

was playing and pretend.

I was always pretending. Always

thinking I was something I wasn't.

Kids are like that.

Yes, but some kids never grow up.

They want to, but they never do.

Did you ever want something?

You know, just want it,

because you knew you shouldn't have it.

Who hasn't?

- Well, yes, but...

- Look, I didn't bring you up here...

to talk about Betty Turner.

Then why did you come?

Is something wrong?

No, I just had a hard day, that's all.

Do you know how much I make a week?

$75.

Minus tax and social security...

take-home pay, $67.63.

- So?

- Well, that's not very much, that's all.

I guess a lot of people get along

on a lot less.

Would you?

I get anything I want.

- You know.

- Yeah.

I know.

There's nothing wrong

with wanting to get ahead.

And besides, you won't be making

$75 a week the rest of your life.

Someday, I may own my own key shop.

And then I'll make $90, maybe $100.

That's really something, isn't it?

We are alike.

Aren't we?

You know, wanting things we shouldn't.

You mean I'll be nothing more than

a lousy locksmith all my life.

That's what you mean, isn't it?

- I never said that.

- But that's what you meant.

I think you better take me home.

Wait, wait a minute.

Wait a minute. I'm sorry.

I mean, I haven't got the right

to talk to you like that.

It's just that I...

think I'm falling in love with you.

I guess you're right about

my wanting things I can't have.

Am I, Tommy?

I love you.

It's getting late.

It's late.

Who cares?

You have to go to work.

- Tomorrow?

- Yeah, tomorrow.

You sure your boss will let you off

for half a day?

If he doesn't, I'll fire him.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Tommy...

you'd better do as Mr. Trent told you.

I kind of like you, Tommy.

But if you don't make

those keys for him...

there's no telling

what he'll make me do to you.

He told me to give you this.

The $5,000.

We don't want to

wake up the neighbors.

Earl.

- What are you doing?

- Waiting for you.

I've been waiting here all night.

In fact, if it hadn't been for

my faithful companion here...

I'd have probably frozen to death.

You're drunk.

But I came to explain.

It's late.

No, no, I came to explain,

and you got to listen.

Do you know why I've been running

around with Paul De Camp's girl?

Does it matter?

Why, of course it does.

You see, honey...

I'm just one of these guys

who's never really satisfied...

with what he has.

So when this gentleman...

I won't tell you his name.

So when he approached me and asked

me to get certain information...

from Flo Brant...

I said I would.

The number of Paul De Camp's

safety deposit box...

and the bank where he keeps it.

- His deposit box...

- So naturally I got it.

So now, all Trent has to do is...

I said it.

What has Trent got to do with this?

Everything.

And nothing.

He always gets somebody else

to do his dirty work.

First it was me,

and now it's some kid who makes keys.

- I love you, Betty, but I'm...

- Earl...

the kid that makes the keys,

what is his name?

Dancer. Tommy Dancer.

Yes?

Like I told you, Mr. Trent,

you got the wrong boy.

Louie. Louie!

You're late.

Sorry, I couldn't seem

to get up this morning.

Or yesterday morning.

What's got into you lately? You seem

to have lost all interest in your work.

I was figuring on taking you

into the business, Tommy.

But the way you've been acting,

I think I might have to let you go.

If you make up your mind,

Mr. Grover, let me know.

That's the trouble

with you young fellows nowadays.

You're so sure of yourselves.

What's the use of being boss if you

can't act like one once in a while?

- Blow off a little steam.

- Yes, sir.

You just forget what I said, Tommy...

but try to get to work on time.

Yes, I will, Mr. Grover.

By the way,

I think I landed a Hadley job.

You did? Good for you.

Good for both of us, Tommy.

I meant what I said

about that partnership.

I have to go over there now,

a few details to be worked out.

This one job should bring us over $200.

- $200?

- Yeah.

Doesn't seem like very much

for such a big job.

When you've been a locksmith

as long as I have, Tommy...

you'll realize

just how much $200 really is.

I won't be long.

Hello, Grover lock and key.

Tommy Dancer, please. Tommy.

- Yeah.

- Willis Trent.

I just called to say we've decided on the

bank where we're going to do business.

Look, I thought I made myself clear.

You did, Tommy. Quite clear.

I must say I admire your spirit.

But something has come up

that has changed your plans.

Betty Turner.

- Betty?

- Yes.

I understand you two are...

Well, I can't say I blame you.

She is a beautiful girl.

I'd hate for anything to happen to her,

wouldn't you?

Trent, you so much as touch her, and...

Tommy, I wouldn't think

of doing anything like that...

that's Louie's department.

And if you're thinking of going

to the police, I'd forget that if I were you.

That would be signing

the young lady's death certificate.

You see, I only intend to have Louie

work on her face.

Just her face.

Well?

What do you want me to do?

Get a pencil. Write this down.

Go ahead.

Hollywood Bank and Loan.

Corner of Hollywood and Highland.

Box 315.

May I help you?

Yes, I'd like to rent a safety deposit box.

All right.

- Is this for you alone?

- Yes.

All right, would you fill this out, please?

Regular-size boxes are $6 a year,

plus 20% federal tax.

That's $7.20 altogether.

Eight...

nine...

ten.

Here you are, Mr. Murphy, box 1571.

Look, I'd like to put this in now, if I can.

All right.

Could you fill this out, please?

- May I have your key, please?

- Yeah.

Just put it back when you're finished.

It locks automatically.

Thank you very much.

Key, please.

- Remember me?

- Yeah, sure. I made a key for your car.

Not my car. Mr. Trent's.

Well, what do you want?

Ever hear of a man named De Camp?

Paul De Camp?

No. Why?

Well, he's to Mr. Trent

what the Yale lock company is...

to a guy in your racket.

He's cut in on every game

on the West Coast.

There's not a horse wins,

a card drawn or a pot dragged...

he hasn't got his fingers in.

- Paul De Camp, box 315.

- So what?

So it seems to me you're

being played for a sucker, Tommy.

After all, $5,000 isn't so much money...

considering there's

about $200,000 in that box.

You're taking all the chances.

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