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Well, it's

very personal, you know.

But Miss Collier, many time at night

I watch the television show...

and I watch the horror film,

and it make me full of fear,

and-and I jump

at every noise.

I understand that when you live alone

it make you... It's very difficult.

I understand that.

What I saw happen

was real.

Mind if we have

a look around?

No, it's perfectly

all right.

Thank you, Miss Collier.

I know you're doing your best

to help the forces of justice,

but they will be better served

by your sitting down.

That body is

here somewhere,

and she knows it.

How many rooms do you

have, Miss Breton?

Well, uh, there is

the living room here,

and then the bathroom

and the kitchen

and then past

is the bedroom.

You mind if we see

the bathroom?

No. The bathroom

is here.

- See? This. And, uh...

- Bedroom?

Yes, the bedroom

is down here.

- In here.

- Coming, Miss Collier?

Oh, uh, 'scuse me

for a second.

Miss Collier,

would you stick with us, please?

- I understand.

- Have you looked under the bed?

I was waiting for you.

Any luck?

I think we should check

those hallway closets.

- It's fine with me. They are right here.

- Thank you.

There you are...

and there.

- Can we look in these bags?

- Yes, fine.

Why do you have things

in pairs, like twins?

- You have a twin.

I have a television commercial

to do some time...

and in case I should get

the makeup on the dress,

then there is another one

for the next take.

You see, uh,

I'm a model.

And some time

an actress too.

- You certainly are.

- That will do, Miss Collier.

I'm sorry to have

troubled you, Miss Breton.

- I'm coming, I'm coming.

- I'm sure you'll report it to the police.

- Oh, yes.

- By withholding evidence,

you can make yourself

an accessory after the fact.

If I do hear anything,

I'll telephone you.

Oh, excuse me.

- Oh!

- Hello, darling. Am I late?

No. Officer Kelly,

this is my, uh, husband...

my ex-husband, Emil Breton,

and Officer Spinetti.

Now you have done something

naughty and the police have found out.

No, they tell me

that they look for a dead body.

Are you serious?

Well, the lady claims

she saw a murder victim.

- Mind if I ask you a few questions?

- No, not if I can help.

Just what

is your full name?

- Emil Breton.

- How long have you and Mrs. Breton been divorced?

We are not divorced.

We are separated.

Dominique and Danielle!

She "does" have a twin! Oh!

It was right...

right here.

- Listen...

- Listen. One more word out of you and I'm going to book you.

I'll book you on something. I'll find

something in the book to book you on.

Attempted libel,

assault on a police officer...

I don't care what it is,

but I'll do it.

I saw a murder,

and I'll prove it.

Listen, Miss Collier, I don't know

what kind of a nut you are,

or what kind of an expos

you're looking to get,

but just don't bother me

or that girl upstairs, okay?

Far as I'm concerned, this case

is closed, you got that? Closed!

Grace, I thought we were

supposed to meet upstairs.

What are you

doing here?

Grace, it's Tuesday.

Oh, I forgot.

Um, well, let's go.

Honey, don't you think you ought to

change into something a little bit more...

Yeah, I'll change.

I'll meet you at the car, okay?

Honey, I thought we were

going upstairs to have a little chat,

and if you were embarrassed

about the mess,

you know I'm always glad

to help you tidy up.

Although, what you're going to do

when you get married, I don't know.

Oh, did I tell you

the Cunningham girl is engaged?

She's about your age, and she finally

found somebody that suits her.

He's a doctor.

Well, he's a veterinarian, but the

animals are all owned by wealthy people...

and he has

his own hospital.

So you see, honey? Just because things

aren't working out...

with you and your editor...

Uh, what's his name?...Jim?

- I don't want to discuss that.

- Oh.

Well, I'm not trying

to interfere, honey.

But you know, this doctor has

a very interesting young assistant.

Grace, that reminds me.

They've started

right in our neighborhood,

and I don't know whether the zoning laws

are going to permit it.

And I just don't know

how they got away with it.

But three or four blocks away

from us... Are you listening, honey?

Because this would make a very

interesting story for your newspaper.

An experimental

madhouse.

Now, you see, what's worse is that

they just let them walk around.

The whole idea is that instead

of locking them up,

they let them live

in a house...

and the doctors make

a home for them,

and it's sort of a family situation,

just like real people.

It's very advanced.

I saw something about it on television.

Now you see, honey?

There are interesting things...

going on right here

on Staten Island.

But I tell you,

I don't feel safe at night.

- Would you stop here? Pull over.

- Why?

Everything looks so...

If you want pastry,

let's wait and get it at Brian's.

I don't want

any pastry.

Did a man come in here

this morning and buy a birthday cake?

Lady, ten men came in

and bought ten birthday cakes.

This cake had two names on it, but written

the way a child writes, not the way a...

Oh, yeah. The colored guy that

made me write on the cake.

- What were the names?

- I don't know.

Daisy and Debbie.

Dominique and Danielle.

- That's what it was.

- Yeah! That's it.

I did it,

and I don't even remember.

- Can I have your names, please?

- What for?

My name is Grace Collier, and I write

for "The Staten Island Panorama."

And I'm her mother,

Mrs. Payson Collier.

My girlfriend and I

read your column.

My name

is Elaine Deanna.

Deanna.

- And the other girl is Louise Wilanski.

- Wilanski.

- What do you want to know?

- Thank you. That's fine.

Huh.

How do you like that?

She says she's gonna write an article,

and she doesn't ask us any questions.

They're just terrible

about deadlines.

Next, please?

Really, Grace,

you were rather abrupt.

I happen to be working

on an assignment.

Well, don't you think you're taking this

little job of yours a bit seriously?

You're 25 years old. You should be

thinking about something else.

I'm not gonna marry anybody.

And I wish you'd stop referring

to my work as "a little job."

I like to call what I do

a profession,

only working for "The Staten Island"

"Panorama" is a bit of a joke.

- Do you know what my next assignment is?

- No, I don't.

I'm having lunch tomorrow

with an 80-year-old ex-con...

who's just carved an entire replica

of the Danbury Penitentiary out of soap.

- Oh, that's interesting.

- Oh, I want to write about...

about the apathy

in the police force.

- About where the heroin goes after a bust. About the...

- Shh!

You don't have to shout

like you're on the street.

What's the matter with you?

I've never seen you like this.

- I'm on to something big.

- Are you on diet pills again?

I can see that you

have your mind on other things.

- Can we have another date?

- We "do" have another date.

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