Mystery Street

Hello?

Yes, operator. I put through the call.

All right, I'm waiting.

- Hi, Viv. | - Hello?

This is Vivian.

- Mrs. Smerrling. | - What?

Oh.

Rent. For this week and next, okay?

Lovely, dear, lovely. I'll get you a receipt.

What do you mean you can't make it?

What?

All right, I'll hold on.

- If everyone paid as promptly as you... | - Thank you, ma'am.

Is something wrong, Viv?

Nothing I can't handle.

Aren't you working tonight, dear?

What's it to you?

To me, it's cash. Money.

- The stuff you owe me two weeks of... | - Tomorrow, you'll get it tomorrow.

Maybe even with a bonus.

Maybe I'll even move out of this place. | Maybe into some place with class.

Who is he? Do I know him? Go on...

- Hello? What? Just a minute. | - Tell me. Come on.

Anything else?

Yeah. Light costs money.

All I try to do is help and what happens? | I get insulted.

Hello?

I couldn't help it. | I had to call your house.

Please, honey, you got to.

I'm in a jam.

Listen, you, I'm not interested in | your family, I'm interested in me.

Now, you meet me tonight.

Ten o'clock.

Where I work, The Grass Skirt.

All right. Be there.

So you're out at Hyannis, | so it takes two hours from the Cape, so?

Make it 10:
30.

She's in a jam. Ha.

He don't know what a jam he'll be in.

Messing with that one.

Not working tonight, honey?

Give her the phone again, Al.

Long distance.

Honey, can you try Hyannis 3633 | for me again, please?

It can't still be busy. | I've been calling this number since 10:30.

Listen, nobody talks that long.

Anybody got a yellow Ford | parked out front?

- Well, would you try it again, please? | - Yellow Ford, anybody?

Hey, you got a yellow Ford?

How about you?

- You haven't got a yellow Ford. | Yeah.

You gotta move it, mate, | you're parked in the no-parking.

Hmm?

Parked in the no-parking.

That's the story of my life.

I'm always where I shouldn't be.

I'm also not where I ought to be.

You know, ever since Adam, | man's been crying, "Where am I?"

Where are you?

Where are you?

- Who are you? | - I'm with you, honey.

A woman always knows | where she is, right?

What you need is fresh air.

Yeah. Yeah. Hey, open the window, huh?

No, not here. Fresh air | couldn't get in here with a permit.

How about letting me help you | move that car of yours, honey?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you know, we gotta move that.

- How much he owe you, Al? | - Three-fifty.

We need a bottle. | Same thing he's been drinking.

You heard her. Same thing | I've been drinking. Whatever that is.

Where are you?

- How much? | - Nine bucks all together.

Keep the change.

Come on, honey.

You can't go wrong with this one: | Old Ironsides.

Can I see that one on your right arm again?

Sure thing.

- Do you need any help, Miss Heldon? | - No, thanks, Jim. I can manage.

Yeah, that's the one.

- Does it hurt? | Not when you're in the Navy.

Give me the keys. I'll drive. Get in.

My wife's | in the Boston Lying-In Hospital.

- You know where that is? | - Sure, sure, sure.

You take another drink. | Do you good, honey.

She lost the baby.

She's awful, awful sick, my wife.

I... I couldn't take it, I...

So I go out and get tight.

Sure, I understand, honey.

- Got a couple of nickels? | - Sure.

- See you, Harry. | - Okay.

Of course I'm coming out to your place. | What else do you think I'm doing out here?

Well, I am.

Well, meet me someplace.

- Where? How? | - Where is she?

All right, goodbye.

- Hey, what's the idea? | I forgot something.

Well, look. What are we doing | out here on the Cape?

Never mind. I'll tell you later. | Come on, honey.

- Look, you said we were going... | - I'll take you back to Boston.

- Why did you bring me out here? | - Shh.

Why did you bring me out here?

Never mind. I'll tell you later. | Come on, get in the car.

- Hey, hey, I'll drive. | - I'll drive. Get in.

Shut the door.

Hey, where are you taking me?

I told you, I gotta get back to the hospital, | back to Boston.

- Hey, take it easy. | - You drive.

- I didn't mean... | - You don't like the way I drive? You drive.

Hey.

Hello, big shot. Start explaining.

Nothing to say?

Go on, make a speech. | You're pretty good at that.

You're pretty good at everything, | except paying off, aren't you?

Don't think you're gonna walk out on me. | Not now. It isn't as easy as that.

Well?

Well, say something!

Sign here.

All right, sir.

Next time I park in front of a hospital, | I'll take the keys with me.

Here's your check, Mr. Shanway.

All right. Thank you very much. | I could sure use this.

Ninety days is a long time | to wait for your money...

...but with stolen-car claims, | we have to do it.

- I understand. Thank you very much, sir. | - You're quite welcome.

I saw them. Bones. Nothing but bones.

- Human bones, they say. | - Just a drowned fisherman washed up.

Then he must have been fishing naked.

- Is the constable still here? | - Yes.

Come in.

Hello, constable, thanks for the tip.

Well, I was following the flight | of the sandpipers on the beach...

...when suddenly I saw this... This...

It. In the brush.

- I could hardly believe my eyes. | - What were you doing on the beach?

Studying the mating habits | of the sandpiper.

As an ornithologist...

Do you know what that is?

Oh. Kind of a peeping Tom?

Birds, fellow.

The study of birds.

I was watching this particular pair | of sandpipers, when this...

Would you mind | looking through those binoculars?

- Constable Fischer. | - At what?

Just a minute.

- It's for you, Pete. It's the district attorney. | Oh, thank you.

Moralas.

Yes, I did, Mr. Simmons.

Did you get the information I radioed in?

Well, that's all there is, sir. | No, no clothes. No jewelry, nothing.

Just the bones.

What laboratory?

I don't mean to be disrespectful, sir, | but what can Harvard University possibly...?

Oh, I see.

No, I haven't.

Right.

Yes, sir. Goodbye.

How do you think he was murdered, | lieutenant?

Who said it was murder? | And who said it was a he?

- The district attorney wants your deposition. | - All right.

You keep that area roped off | until our men get through.

Okay.

Look, lieutenant, how about some facts?

Facts? Bones. Print that. Let's go.

- See you later, constable. | - Okay.

Well, here we are.

Pardon me, where | is the Department of Legal Medicine?

- Do you know, Rip? | - No. No, sorry.

Thanks.

Harvard.

Well, this certainly isn't it.

Pardon me, fellas. Which way | to the Department of Legal Medicine?

I guess you want the law school.

Go out the main gate, | then turn right a couple of blocks.

Thanks. Back to the main gate. | That's where we started.

Pardon me. Could you tell me where | the Department of Legal Medicine is?

- Oh, that's in the medical school. | - Far from here?

It's about five miles, over in Roxbury.

- Thank you. | - You're welcome.

I thought I was the stranger around here.

This ain't my part of Boston, lieutenant.

Oh, sorry to keep you waiting.

- Lieutenant Moralas? | - Yes, sir.

- I'm McAdoo. | - How do you do, doctor?

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