The Glass Wall Page #3

- Sure.

Yeah. So he says, "But I like to eat.

It's my pleasure. I like to eat. " Just like that.

So I says, "Okay, so eat. So belch. "

And he thinks he's got troubles.

Here's a guy with troubles.

Ten years he spent already

in a concentration camp,

and they're gonna send him back.

What a world.

Nancy, this fellow here in the paper,

it's Peter,

the one I told you about,

the kid that saved my life.

- Are you sure?

- Of course I'm sure.

What a rotten break.

I've got to go down there, see what I can do.

- Down where?

- The immigration office.

- Tonight? What could you do?

- I don't know. There must be something.

I ought to talk to them,

maybe keep them from sending him back.

But you're supposed to be

at Jack's place right now.

- For heaven's sakes, Tom.

- I know. I know, but...

Then what are we arguing about?

He has no passport.

He stowed away illegally.

Well, I'm sorry for the fella.

But what can you do?

- The law says he can't come in.

- There must be some way. I ought to try.

Sure. Go fight City Hall.

Blow your big chance.

I've chased Shimmey for weeks

to get you this chance.

You say you love me.

You won't marry me till you get set.

Well, I've waited five years.

- But I just can't walk out on him.

- All right. Walk out on me.

Go blow your opportunity

and go on a wild goose chase.

You want to help him,

go down there tomorrow morning,

but right now,

you're supposed to be at Jack's.

They're waiting.

And if you don't go, there's a dozen

clarinet players waiting for that job.

All right, Nancy. You're right. Let's go.

- Tom, I'm sorry about all this...

- I said you were right. Now, let's forget it.

- Well, I'll drop in later and see how it goes.

- Okay. Let's go.

This fellow, Tom, if you find him,

will he stand up for you

so you can stay here?

I know he will.

Then we'll find him.

In the morning, we'll go to

the Musicians' Union. They'll have a list.

You see,

I needed somebody like you with brains.

Some brains. Look at me.

Look at the way I live.

- This crummy room.

- Crummy? Why crummy?

It's a very good room, and all by yourself.

How many nights I have slept on the ground

or crowded in with 30, 40 people.

If I had a room like this for myself,

I would feel rich.

You look at things differently, I guess.

Yeah. What I had to do just to stay alive.

Tonight, I saw food in a window.

Where I come from,

men would kill each other for such food.

You know, I never had an orange

since I was a child.

They won't send you back, Peter.

We'll manage something together.

Maggie. Hey, Maggie.

It's Eddie, the landlady's son.

I know you're in there. Ma told me.

Go away, Eddie. Let a girl sleep.

I'll just stay a minute.

I've been fighting him off for weeks.

I'm in bed, Eddie. See me in the morning.

That's no way. I got a present for you.

Thanks. In the morning.

I'm coming in. I got a passkey.

I'd better talk with him.

Let me get something on, Eddie.

I'm coming in.

I just got in off my run.

I figured we'd have a little drink together.

- I'll leave you the bottle.

- I'm dead for sleep, Eddie.

Leave the bottle,

and I'll invite you up tomorrow.

You're up now.

Where's your Southern hospitality?

Ain't you gonna get me a glass?

I don't keep my glasses

in the clothes closet, Eddie.

Yeah. Sometimes I'm awful dumb.

It was real friendly of you

to think of me, Eddie.

- I'm a real friendly guy.

- Yeah.

I told you I liked you.

You know I've had a yen for you

ever since you first moved in.

- I guess you know that.

- Yeah, you told me.

But why don't you be nice and let me

get some sleep and maybe tomorrow?

- Why don't you be nice?

- Please, Eddie.

What's the matter,

am I poison or something?

Of course not, it's just that...

The old lady said you gave her some dough.

- I could fix things up with the old witch.

- Please, Eddie.

Come on, kid.

You and me could have lots of laughs.

I'm making real dough these days.

- Cut it out, Eddie, or I'll yell for your mother.

- Don't pull that high hat stuff on me.

A little tiger, eh? I like tigers.

Let go of her.

So, the old lady was right.

You did have a guy up here.

I thought I could bring him out.

I'm pretty smart.

- Eddie, why don't you be nice...

- Shut up, you little tramp!

Come on, Peter. Get up.

Come on.

Hey, what have you been up to?

Eddie!

What did they do to you?

And look at this room.

Hey. Hey!

That's him.

That's the guy that just bopped you.

Get up, you dumb ox, and phone the cops.

Cops? Yeah.

Wanted for questioning

on charge of assault with intent to kill.

Peter Kuban, aged 25, 6'2", 170 pounds,

black hair, dark eyes.

Last seen with girl named Maggie Summers,

5'6", green eyes, blonde.

Kuban also is wanted

by immigration department for illegal entry.

This man is dangerous.

Approach with caution. May be armed.

That complicates things.

I better contact the police.

- There's an emergency hospital near here.

- They would report to the police.

You don't even know how bad you're hurt.

How long do you think you can walk around

with those busted ribs?

Till I find Tom.

You can't take much more.

You've got to get off the streets.

But where?

- Have you got any money?

- No.

$7 was every cent you had.

You wait here. I'll be right back.

Make them pay, Louis. Make them pay.

Come on, lift it up.

I've seen some dough roll over here.

- What are you talking about?

- The money, the geetus, the scratch.

Pick it up, come on. Quit your clowning.

- Hit the road.

- Get off our money.

- Sock her, Louis. Go on, sock her one.

- You do and I'll yell for the cops.

I ought to belt you.

Are you going to leave or am I going to yell?

Have you got a license

to block this sidewalk?

Gee, Louis, we don't want to get pinched.

Come on. Let her have the lousy dough.

Come on.

Crook. Cradle robber.

I hope you get hit with a garbage truck!

You stole from those children?

Look, do you want to stay alive

or don't you?

Maggie, Maggie.

These two dimes will give you a chance

to rest until morning.

Then we'll go to the union

and find your Tom.

Two dimes for a hotel room?

With two dimes you can get in the subway

and ride all night.

Many people sleep in the subway?

Not many.

Only a few busted suckers like us.

This man is wanted on charge

of assault and battery.

If you see him,

call your nearest police precinct station.

His name is Peter Kuban.

He's 6'2" tall, speaks with an accent.

Black hair, brown eyes.

If you see him,

call your nearest police precinct station.

That Teagarden.

He sure can play that horn, can't he?

He's really got it.

- Tom, what are you doing?

- I can't sit there any longer.

If there's some way I can help that guy,

I'm going to find out about it.

But you might throw this job

and go down there and nothing.

Look, when it was his life or mine,

he didn't ask any questions.

He just did what he had to do.

- That's why I'm alive.

- Tom.

That's him, over there.

And you want us to believe

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