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can turn night into day...

are designed so that

the rooms never heat up.

But maintain a liveable temperature...

and protect you from the

prey eyes of curious neighbors.

And if day is bleak outside,

your mood is automatically buoyl by

our lighting sensors... watch.

Or if it's a mello, contemplative

mood you desire, watch again.

And what's even more beautiful...

Just listen a moment.

Silence. Yes blessed silence, while

outside, the city surges and pulsates...

with nerve shattering sound.

The sanity and the health of this city...

depends on the evolition of

just this kind of building.

Yes, you are now standing in

a Richard baily apartment,

designed to save our city and you.

Bailey's resident.

Hello... hello!

Mr. Bailey!... Mr. Bailey!... sir!

Excuse me Mr. Bailey!... Mr. Bailey!

Help me!

Yes, hello?

Who are you?

Why you...?

Who are you?

Why you do this to me?

What I do? I didn't do any thing!

Midnight?... midnight?... midnight?

Come kitty!... midnight?... midnight?

Midnight?... midnight?

Honey I can't see you.

Midnight?... midnight? Where are you?

Angie?... Angie?

It's ok babyl... it's ok!... it's ok!

- You seen Angie?

- No, why?

Well consider spending half

your time playing peeping tom,

I thouth you may could

give me a report on her.

F*** you! You want know about her,

go knock on her door.

I did. All I hear is the cat. Cat's been

yelling all day. Angie doesn't answer.

Jesus! Take easy Jerry!

What do you want from me?

Maybe she left town.

She would bever left the cat.

How do you know what a psychologically

disturbed person would do?

Beside we had a dinner date.

Oh! Of course. I'm sorry.

Who stands up a star?

I'm thirsty. I want Bobbie.

I sleepy. I want sleep in bed.

- My name is Betty. What's your name?

- Angie.

Angie. That's a pretty name.

- Look for the bird.

- What bird?

- Look for the bird.

- What bird?

I'm thirsty. I want Bobbie.

What bird?

What bird?... where is it?

Birdl... bird!... bird!

Where is the bird?

Oh yeah, of course it is. Of course it's

here. Of course it's in the bedroom.

You killed him! You killed him!

You killed him!

I didn't.

- You killed him! You killed him!

- I didn't. I did not.

You killed him! You killed him!

- I didn't do it.

- You killed him! You killed him!

- You killed him! You killed him!

- I didn't.

You killed him! You killed him!

You killed him! You killed him!

You killed him!

- You killed him! You killed him!

- Who told you that?

- You killed him!

- Who told you that?

- I didn't do it... I didn't do it... I didn't do it...

- You killed him!

- You know I didn't do it.

- You killed him! You killed himl...

Voila. The mystery's solved.

She left town for a few days.

This doesn't make any sense.

Why would she send me a telegram?

Why she didn't pickup the phone and call me?

She doesn't say anything about cat to feed it.

I'm sure she laid out

plenty of food for the cat.

Then why is it crying?

All things cry and make a

fuss when they're lonely.

- Didn't you know that?

- Oh, god.

Angie, you in there?

Hey... help me.

Now we'll go home.

Something's going on up there.

Mind your own business.

Mind your own business. Come on.

- Come on.

- All right.

I'm... I'm sorry.

She had the lock changed.

I didn't get a key from her.

Then break the door down.

I don't know, your brother said

you got a telegram from her.

I don't care. I'm telling you, she

wouldn't leave her cat like that.

I can't break down the door. I don't

have the right. Sorry, I only work here.

You're really making a hell

of big thing out of this.

The card I left for Angie, it's gone.

It was under her door. Someone took it.

Well, maybe the cat took it.

I think you took it.

Alex, this is your TV

sense of reality talking.

Wait a second, Cole! What happening to us?

Where's all this anger coming from?...

are we enemies? Do you hate me?

I suppose you're going

to tell me you love me.

You're my brother and I've give you.

All you care about is your next-door

neighbor and her goddamn cat.

I'm worried about her.

I'm not. Her telegram's all

the explanation I need.

I guess that makes me some kind of nut.

Isn't it going to get old crowded in here?

Nancy... Alex just left.

He's gone looking for the girl.

Well, I wish him luck.

It's a big bleeding city out there.

Hello.

Hello.

Hey. It's ok.

I'm let you out of cage.

You gonna give me a minute. Ok?

Come on, I'm gonna set you free, come on.

Here we go.

Ck, don't be scared, it's be ok.

Oh... get off me!

It's ck. Fly! Fly! Fly!

Yeah. Here midnight. Come on midnight.

Yeah, atta babe. Ah yeah.

Come on, it's ok. It's ok.

I'll got you something to eat.

And there is no problem in this great city

that cannot be solved.

If we just have the Patience, willingness,

and energy to set about doing it.

We are in the center of

fashion, commerce...

Hello, Dr. Carter?

Just a moment, please.

- Dr. Carter, this is Alex Morgan.

- Angie's friend. Yes Mr. Morgan?

I'm sorry I called so early.

That's all right. I'm an early riser.

What can do I for you?

Angie left town and I got

a telegram from her.

Yes. I received a similar telegram.

She left her cat without food and water.

- That is unusual.

- She mentioned something about Tulsa.

Do you have her Tulsa address?

- No

- or phone number? Does she have a family?

Mr. Morgan, I frankly doubt that Angie

come from Tulsa at all.

Dead mother and father, rich legacy, I believe

it all to be a contrived fantasy background.

Angie's a very sick girl.

Sick enough to leave the cat she loves

so much to starve to death?

I don't buy that, doctor.

- Maybe you should call the police.

- I'm going to. Thank you very much.

What are you doing out there?

Eavesdropping?

What are you doing in here?

There's a law against breaking

and entering. Didn't you know?

What you want?

I lived in your shadow long enough.

I want my dignity, Alex.

You took it away a long time ago.

I'm taking it back.

You bastard. You sold your

life for a goddamn handout.

You son of a b*tch!

Right! The son of the same b*tch who bore

you, greased your way with her slimy love,

made it all so easy for you... who opened

the doors to all the good things in life

and spared you all its sick little whores.

You right brother. We're sons of

the biggest b*tch who ever lived.

Don't worry about me. I don't need you

anymore. I don't need anybody.

I can make it on my own. But you, Alex...

You're in terrible trouble.

Your audience left at intermission.

Me, Nancy, that little piece that lives

here... We're all out of your life now.

- What's that suppose to mean?

- Just what I'm saying.

I feel like taking a whole

botlle of sleeping pills.

Jim certainly would be

happier, and so would madge.

After a decent interval of mourning,

they could marry if they like.

Mr. Kramer.

- Well, it's the perfect solution, isn't it?

- I got to work. I got to work.

Dr. Carter.

Dr. Carter, I need to talk to you.

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