Somewhere in the Night Page #7

It's very important.

We consider

our rules important too.

For another thing,

Mr. Conroy doesn't have visitors.

Well, he wants to see me.

I've been away in the Marine Corps.

He doesn't know I'm back.

It'll be good for him.

I'm sorry, but I'm not authorized

to make exceptions.

- Then, who is?

- Perhaps if you'd apply in writing.

I want to see him now.

Who do I have to convince?

I'll speak

to Dr. Grant.

I wonder if you could help me.

I'm looking for Michael Conroy's room.

- Who?

- Michael Conroy.

Dr. Grant's given me

permission to visit him.

Nobody ever visits him.

Look. Just tell me where his room is.

I'm a very good friend of his.

You're a friend

of Michael Conroy?

- I'm more than that.

- 214! 214!

How dare you wander about the corridors

of this sanatorium by yourself.

The door was open.

I was just curious.

That's not true, Doctor.

The door was closed.

Tom. See that this man

leaves here at once.

What about Conroy?

Why can't I see him?

- Because his condition does not warrant it.

- Why not?

What is his condition?

I'm his nephew. I have a right to know.

You are not his nephew.

And if you know Michael Conroy at all...

you must also know that for the past

three years, he has been insane.

Out.

Conroy?

The truck. I didn't see it.

It came out of nowhere.

My head-

My head hurts.

Are you Conroy?

Michael Conroy.

My daughter, she'll worry.

Will someone-

Her name is Elizabeth.

And we live at-

We live at-

It's-

It's on my draft

registration card.

Your draft registration?

Yeah.

Imagine, an old duffer like me.

Still, you can't tell.

The war's very young yet.

Sure. Sure.

It's only 1942, isn't it?

My back- Now my back's

beginning to hurt.

Conroy, the other night,

a couple of nights ago, maybe...

a man was murdered

on the dock.

- You saw it.

- Yes. I saw it.

Do you remember who did it?

Was it Larry Cravat?

I heard the shot

and then another shot.

And I was afraid. And I hid.

There was some running.

And then- then it was quiet.

Just a man lying there,

and he was dead.

And-And there was

a suitcase.

- He dropped it.

- Who dropped the suitcase?

- One of the men who ran away.

- Larry Cravat?

I hid it under-

under the dock...

up in between the pilings.

Nobody ever goes there.

He'd have to pay me for it.

I'd be rich.

That was clever of me.

You said Cravat was there.

Which was he?

Did the three men

arrive together?

The one with the suitcase,

did he do the shooting?

Conroy, look at me.

Was I the man with the suitcase?

Did I do the shooting?

Look at me.

I...

Hello, there.

Can I talk to you

for a minute?

Well, it is a little late,

but come in.

You fixed the bed for me.

As a matter of fact,

what with the housing shortage and all...

I left my name at the U.S.O.

in case any soldiers or sailors-

You've been waiting up for me...

to come home.

I just thought-

Anyway, there's some sandwiches over there

with their toes curled up.

They're for you too.

I guess I missed my dinner.

Well, what are you

waiting for?

- Nothing, I guess. I can't wait anymore.

- I don't understand that.

- It's no good, Chris. I've gotta get out of here.

- Now? This minute?

Now. This minute. I found Conroy.

He'd been stabbed. He died in my arms.

- I had to fight my way out.

- Why? Why didn't you stay and tell the truth?

- With a dead man in my arms?

- Well, it was the truth, wasn't it? Why run away?

Because that's all I can think of to do.

Because I live running away.

Was Conroy able to talk?

Did he say anything before-

Yeah, everything I wanted to hear,

all about a suitcase he hid under Terminal Dock.

- What about Larry Cravat?

- Could have been a couple of other fellas.

And it could have been you,

Anzelmo said.

Why don't you say it too?

It's what you're thinking.

Why don't you say it too?

I don't know what I'm thinking.

I've got my eyes closed.

I'm trying to open them

and look around.

You were running away

the night you ran into my life.

A man was killed because

you asked him some questions.

You were beaten up.

You wanted to run away again.

All you knew about yourself

was in a mysterious letter you found.

Then you lost your head

and went after an innocent man in the street.

Innocent?

That's the one that killed Conroy.

- Hello.

- Hello.

I've come for George Taylor.

You must be

a little mixed up.

This is my house,

and I'm not George Taylor.

You haven't even

got the right sex.

- Nobody can say you haven't.

- Thanks.

You know, it's a little late

at night for playin' games.

I'm kinda dopey when I get waked up.

I guess I'm gettin' old.

I don't see how you do it.

Still dressed, even your shoes, the lights still on.

What do you say we don't try to

mix each other up? Is Taylor here?

They're both in the kitchen-

he and Adolf Hitler.

- You'll get promoted for this, Lieutenant.

- Ah.

Yeah, that's a good one.

I guess I was a little stupid about that Taylor.

I figured he was gettin' pushed around,

didn't know who by.

That's why I left that note

in your car.

I thought that he'd take one good look at

Phyllis and get off the merry-go-round.

- I'll tell him if I see him.

- No. No, don't.

It'd just make him feel bad.

See, it looks like he killed a man tonight-

a man named Conroy.

I'm sure glad he isn't here.

I'd hate to pick him up here.

That way, you'd be

mixed up in it.

Newspapers, all that.

Those maniacs with the flashbulbs.

Well, if you do see him, tell him I'll be

down at the station for a couple of hours yet.

- If I see him.

- Yeah. Good night.

- Good night.

- Oh, uh, one more thing.

You know, you ought to

keep your car in the garage.

It isn't good to leave it out all night

like that... with the motor so hot.

I was coming out when he stopped me

by talking about you.

He knew it.

He knows everything.

He's the original

seeing eye.

Two hours.

That's not much time. Or is it?

It's enough.

Turn out the lights while I get a coat.

- Where are we going?

- On a treasure hunt after

a suitcase under Terminal Dock.

You're not.

You're staying out of this.

- Remember what Confucius said.

- Now, you listen to me.

If it turns out that in your whole life

you ever killed anything bigger than a horsefly...

then I'm crazy,

and I wanna be locked up.

Tell that to Confucius.

Chris.

Chris.

This looks a little bit rugged.

Maybe you better take the car and go home.

Come on.

Must be a ladder along here somewhere.

This is where the boats tie up.

There's one.

If I were hiding a suitcase under here,

I'd put it as high and as far in as possible.

- What do you think?

- I think we should stay very close together.

Look! I think I see something.

I'll go see.

- Looks as though someone has been at it.

- Rats, probably.

There's some things I'd rather not know,

if you don't mind.

Thousand-dollar bills-

The two million!

They've come a long way.

Heil Hitler.

Light a match.

Light another one,

quick.

"W. George, tailor."

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