Somewhere in the Night Page #8

George... Taylor.

George Taylor,

meet Larry Cravat.

Larry Cravat,

George Taylor.

I won't bother

trying it on.

I don't need a memory

to figure this one out.

A murder, a couple of quick changes-

clothes and name- and then the hideout.

With a brand-new war on,

what better place than the service?

This doesn't prove anything, you know.

Then maybe you ought to

read this letter now.

The one I found in the hospital,

the one that told me-

Here. Read it.

Your friend, Mary- the one who couldn't see

because she had her heart in her eyes.

Was that her handwriting?

- Don't lie to me, Chris!

- Yes. Mary wrote that.

To me.

Wait a minute. That was six.

Might be an automatic.

Now.

Don't hold onto me.

That way, we're one target.

Come on.

That's something else I've gotta get used to:

jumping out of my skin every time a door opens.

Try to remember.

Try to remember, George.

Larry. I've got a tailor named George.

I can remember that much.

- Darling, look.

- Don't call me that either.

That's something else

I remember too.

Even if it didn't happen to me,

but to a guy named Taylor.

- That's who you are, that guy.

- I'm Larry Cravat.

And I killed a man

on that dock three years ago.

I don't know who he was, but I killed him,

and I dropped the suitcase and ran away.

But supposing the other man killed him.

Supposing you just ran away.

- The other man?

- The one you thought you might have been.

Who is he?

I haven't got time

to start that all over again.

- My two hours are nearly up.

- Do you think you could ever have killed anybody?

I know about George Taylor. No.

But I can't speak for Larry Cravat, for me.

I can.

The answer is no.

- Thanks for your vote.

- Just because you've got another name.

Even if you wipe out

a man's memory...

doesn't it stand to reason

that his brain is the same?

That his- his standards

are the same?

- You didn't think much of him.

- I never thought of him as a murderer.

And he could have changed

for the better too.

Three years of war

can change a man.

You're making a nice try,

Chris, but that isn't the way I've heard it.

- They say I killed a man.

- And they say you killed Conroy too.

- Did you?

- No, but I can remember that.

I can't remember anything else.

Don't make me try anymore, Chris. I'm too tired.

Don't make me try anymore.

I'll get you

a cup of coffee.

Here. Hold on

to this cup.

Let's see if we can't

make some sense for once.

Now, George, everything that

happened to you happened...

because they thought you could

lead them to Larry Cravat.

- Why?

- Because they figured Cravat had the money.

Right. And when Anzelmo told you

Cravat was a murderer...

he said that because

he wanted to make a deal.

- For some of the money, he'd clear Cravat.

- Yeah.

And he didn't even insist

on seeing Cravat.

If I'm the only contact between them

and two million dollars...

they certainly want to

keep me alive.

Yet, twice tonight

somebody tried to kill me. Why?

Because you were getting close to something

more important than two million dollars.

You were getting close to whoever murdered

that man on the dock three years ago.

Shh!

Chris, honey.

Honey, listen.

Conroy was crazy

for three years.

They staked out a man to watch him,

to wait for him to be well enough to talk.

Then I got to him.

They tried to kill me before I could.

When that missed, they had to kill Conroy.

They couldn't take the chance.

They sacrificed the money

to shut his mouth for good.

The way it turned out, they brought

the poor guy to his senses long enough.

What are we going to

do about it?

We're going to go trade in Larry Cravat

on a murderer. Come on.

- Going so soon?

- We just came in to be saved.

There's more to it

than that, young lady.

- I, uh, wonder if you could do me a favor, sir.

- Gladly, my boy.

This suitcase, could you call a messenger

and have him deliver it to police headquarters?

- Police headquarters?

- It's important.

It's the personal property

of Detective Lieutenant Donald Kendall.

He's the one

with his hat off.

I know Lieutenant Kendall,

young lady.

In that case, my boy, I'd be very glad

to take it over myself right now.

And, uh, please

accept this as a donation.

Ten dollars? Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Chris...

how long do you think before you can forget

the guy that Mary wrote about in her letter?

Funny you should bring that up.

I haven't thought of him once.

I keep remembering what

it must have been that she was in love with.

Come on.

- Where are we going?

- To a fortune-teller.

Why a fortune-teller?

To get

our fortunes told.

Well, if it isn't Hubert.

- Can we drop you anywhere, Hubert?

- We're gonna walk.

Walk? Which way?

Straight ahead.

Come in.

Well, it, uh- It looks

a lot more cheerful in here.

What's happened to

the Fu Manchu lighting effects?

I think the time has come to throw all the light

we can on the matters concerning us.

And who is the character

with the hair?

This is a Miss Smith.

- I get it.

- If it's around, I'm sure you will.

- Oh, we're having repartee, are we?

- We are not.

- Now that we are all here-

- But we are not.

Aren't you confused,

Mr. Taylor?

Not anymore.

Sit down, Chris.

The reason for this informal gathering

was the news on the radio tonight-

- that you are wanted for murder.

- That's not news.

You might say the police

have a priority on you.

It is, therefore, necessary

that we conclude our business at once.

Mr. Taylor,

where is Larry Cravat?

Shouldn't that be,

"Mr. Cravat, where is George Taylor?"

- What do you mean?

- You wanted to see Cravat.

All right.

You're looking at him.

You're crazy!

Remember, I had my face pushed around

at Okinawa. The docs patched me up.

- Well, Phyllis?

- I don't know. It- It could be.

I don't know for sure.

After all, I only met him once.

I'm Larry Cravat.

You can take my word for it.

- I do.

- Then he knows where it is.

Don't let him waste

no more time, boss.

- He'll talk.

- Well, what do you know?

Hubert said

three whole sentences.

Hubert!

Open up! I know they're here,

and I want in. Open up!

Open up! I know they're here,

and I want in. Open up!

Hiya, kids.

- I haven't had the pleasure.

- The name is Phillips, Mr. Anzelmo.

And your name is Phyllis.

I've heard about you too.

She's a well-known

society girl.

I called your house when I got the news, Christy.

I've been all over town since looking for you.

It's a good thing I remembered

your mentioning Anzelmo.

Now that you are here,

Mr. Phillips, why are you here?

Because you wouldn't have

a quorum without me.

And because I'm an important

stockholder in two million dollars.

- Are you gonna stand for that?

- Perhaps.

At any rate, before any

more partners arrive...

I suggest you continue

what you were saying, Mr. Cravat.

Cravat?

Bring him

up to date, Chris.

Secrets.

I'll take the proposition

you offered me, Anzelmo...

- with one slight change.

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