The Detective Page #5

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We went to school together.

We're just sitting here chatting,

catching up on old times and everything.

Uh, Matt, this is my husband, Joe Leland.

- Hi.

- You wanna join us?

No, I've got something to do. See you.

Comb your hair.

You're gonna get your picture taken.

Aw, nuts.

MAN:
He give you much trouble, Joe?

- No comment.

- How long did it take to nail him?

- I said, no comment. There he is.

MAN:

Hey, kid, where'd he pick you up?

I've missed you.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- Is something wrong?

- No.

Karen.

I work with people every day.

That's my business.

Now, there's something wrong. What is it?

Uh...

Nothing wrong.

There's someone else, isn't there?

No, no. No.

No one.

Who is it, Karen?

- Now, who is it?

- Well, it...

It's just somebody from school.

You want a divorce?

No.

- Get him on the phone.

- What do you mean?

Get him on the phone and tell him you're no

longer going to see him. That's what I mean.

- Joe, you think this is gonna solve everything?

- Call him.

Uh, Jerry?

It's Karen.

Uh...

I don't want to see you any more.

Yes, he's here, but that hasn't anything

to do with it. Uh, it's what I want.

I'm sorr... I'm sorry.

[SIREN WAILING]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Hey! What the hell's the matter with you?

So it's on again.

If you love this guy,

why the hell don't you marry him?

It wasn't him. It was another man.

- I didn't hear you. What did you say?

- I said it was another man!

- What's the matter with you?

- You can't talk to me like a criminal.

I have a right to be

with anybody I want to.

Mm-hm.

Oh, God.

I can't act like this with you. I mean...

I just can't.

What's the matter?

You know what's the matter with me.

You've known it for a long time.

No, I don't know what you mean.

There's something wrong with me.

I wanted it to be all right.

Everything seemed so right.

And then the bottom dropped out.

You know what I was like

when I married you.

You asked me once if...

If I'd ever been married or engaged.

I couldn't sustain a relationship.

I was scared to death of that.

Do you know what sex was like for me?

I'd walk down the street...

or go into a bar or anything.

Meet somebody. Anybody.

Someone I never knew before.

And I'd have an affair with him.

It was the only way I could do it.

You're the only one

ever made me feel like a woman.

The man in the bar.

I never saw him before.

Telephone call?

A phony number.

I know all the clinical reasons for it.

I want to destroy the

only family I ever had.

I don't like myself very much.

Could you believe that...

in spite of it all...

I love you?

There's one thing I've always known.

You're the only chance I have.

Oh, don't look away from me, Joe.

Don't look away from me.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Well, you balled me. You feel better?

Don't I always with you?

Glad to be of service.

Joe, do you have to go?

I mean, why don't we have one

of those lazy days together we used to?

It's Sunday today.

I don't have to go to school.

I've got some work to do.

Oh, we can't do this any more.

I mean, either we have to forget each other

or try it again.

No, Karen,

it would cost me too much to try it again.

It would cost me too much.

- Is that all you've got on it?

- Yes, sir.

- Okay. Take it to the desk for a 61, will you?

- Right.

- Joe, uh, Farrell wants to see you.

- What the hell does he want?

- He wants to see you.

- Another dirty job for us?

I don't know what he wants. He never

tells me anything. Joe, he's in there.

- Hey, man.

- Hi.

Joe.

- What kind of cockamamie thing is this?

- Congratulations, lieutenant.

I told you I'd do it for you, didn't I?

- You schmuck, I oughta rap you in the mouth.

- I tried to talk them out of it.

Can you imagine me taking orders from you?

Come on, Joe. I'll buy you a drink.

Congratulations, Joe.

- Good luck, lieutenant.

Well, you made it. Anything can happen if you

get your name in the papers often enough.

- What'll it be? Scotch, bourbon or beer?

- A little of each.

Joe, why don't you call Karen

and tell her to come over, huh?

MAN:
You walk through this

door a Christian soul.

In the name of God,

the Father Almighty, who created you.

In the name of Jesus Christ, the son

of the living God, who suffered for you.

In the name of the Holy Spirit

who has been poured forth upon you.

In the name of the glorious

and holy mother of God, the Virgin Mary.

In the name of St. Joseph,

her illustrious spouse.

In the name of the angels and archangels.

In the name of the thrones

and the dominations.

In the name of the principalities

and the powers.

In the name of the holy virgins

and of all the saints of God.

[ELECTRICITY HUMMING]

[BELL RINGS]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

We can move in

on that heroin business today.

All right, make your buy. Move in quick.

Those people can be dangerous.

- Okay. Come on, let's go.

- What else?

The hookers are beginning

to come out on Third Avenue again.

- They gotta make a living too.

- The irate citizens are starting to complain.

Well, scare them a little bit.

Maybe they'll go back uptown.

That thing with the missing little

Shaftel girl is blowing up.

- No word yet, huh?

- No, nothing.

- You check everybody in the apartment?

- Yeah, we did.

[EXHALES]

Who are the people who are missing?

Anybody missing?

Boarder. Handyman.

Boarder, handyman.

Yeah. You concentrate on the handyman.

The boarder's made a few trips

from time to time.

The handyman never left the place...

so it doesn't fit into pattern.

- You stick with the handyman.

- Right.

WOMAN:

Good morning.

Good morning.

I'm Norma Maclver.

What are you doing in this den of iniquity?

I heard a statement your commissioner

made on television today.

He said that this organization exists

for the protection of the community.

That's generally true, yes. Sit down.

Well, I don't believe that this organization

does always protect the community.

It's an interesting statement,

if you'd like to explain it to me.

My husband's death.

Your husband's death?

Who was your husband?

Do you remember the case of the man

who fell from the roof of the racetrack?

Mm-hm.

I was on vacation, but I remember. Wasn't

there a coroner's report and an autopsy?

- Yes, there was.

- What was the verdict?

Suicide.

And I take it you didn't

believe the verdict.

Look, my husband did not jump

from the roof of a racetrack...

in the middle of the afternoon

in front of thousands of people.

No, you wouldn't be

expected to believe that.

There's some sort of conspiracy.

I don't know what it is, but there is.

Why would you say there's a conspiracy?

Why would you say a thing like that anyway?

- The way people are frightened of the case.

- Who's frightened?

The coroner.

- Heh. Now, why would he be frightened?

- He didn't invite me to the inquest.

When I saw him, he said it was suicide and

there was no need to investigate further.

- Who else was frightened?

- Private detectives.

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