The Killer That Stalked New York
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- 1950
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New York. The biggest town
in the whole wide world.
And because I love it. I think it's the best.
It's safe and secure,
like the granite it's built on.
How do I know? I live in it. I know it.
Better than that. I know the muscles of it.
I watched it fight for its life.
That's what this story is all about.
When we almost had a city
without any of those people.
When a killer stalked them in the street.
It began on a November day in 1947.
Death didn't sneak into town
riding the rods or huddled in a boxcar.
It came in on a streamliner,
first class, extra fare,
right into the Pennsylvania Station,
big as life.
And when it finally stepped out
of its drawing room and onto the platform,
it was something to whistle at.
It wore lipstick. nylons
and a beautifully tailored coat
that sported a silver dancing girl.
Souvenir of Cuba.
Its name was Sheila Bennet.
A pretty face with a frame to match,
worth following.
And followed she was by a big-faced man
from the U.S. Customs Service.
A T-man on the make.
Not for the girl. but for what she had done.
She knew he was there.
And it made her nervous.
Real nervous.
Odd part about the whole thing is
the customs cop thought he wasjust
trailing a candidate for a federal pen.
Never suspected
the blonde target was a killer.
Oh, no. She didn't deal death out of
the end of a gun or off the point of a knife.
She delivered it wholesale.
Just by walking through a crowd. climbing
some stairs, pushing through a turnstile.
Standing in the station.
Better than wholesale.
For free. No charge.
The tragedy was she didn't know
she was death either.
This is what made thejigsaw puzzle
so tough to put together.
If the T-man had known
and if Sheila had known,
my hometown wouldn't have been
punched to its knees a short time later.
All Sheila knew. she had a headache.
- Aspirin, please.
- Sorry, we haven't any.
A headache, butterflies about
the T-man who was following her,
and a terrible hunger to get to her husband.
I guess when a woman loves a man,
Shaking a bloodhound off
a red-hot trail is worth the risk
if it means getting rid of that pain
that comes with empty arms.
the sound of a lover's voice
can give a woman a lot ofstrength.
To get it. Sheila dropped a nickel in the slot.
Hello. Sheila, where are you?
Penn Station. I just got in.
I missed you, Matt, terribly.
No more than I've missed you.
Is everything all right?
I'm being followed. Positive.
Have you got them with you?
No, I mailed them along the way.
I wasn't taking any chances.
Smart girl. All right, then, listen carefully.
Check into the America Hotel and...
Don't ask me to do that, Matt.
I can't stay away any longer.
It's all I've been thinking about.
All the way from Cuba, just seeing you.
You want to queer everything?
All right then, do as I tell you
and stay away for a couple of days.
Maybe a federal cop was waiting for you
to lead him here.
That's a good girl.
I'll call Francie at her office
and tell her you're back. Bye, baby.
Francie, your sister's back.
I'm frightened, Matt.
There's nothing to worry about
as long as you do as I tell you.
Oh, Matt.
Just let me handle this.
- Porter, ma'am?
- Yes, please.
America Hotel, please.
Anything wrong, miss?
Is the hotel doctor around?
He's gone, past office hours.
Dr. Findley takes his calls.
I can get him over.
Please.
Ten dollars if he comes over here.
Five if you go there.
He's just up the street.
How would you like to make that extra five?
Brains, they call me. Brainy Danny.
There's somebody waiting downstairs.
- Somebody I don't want to see.
- Freight elevator, out the back way.
My friend might have thought of that, too.
Come on. I know a different way.
- Smart boy.
- Ask anybody. Brainy Danny.
There now.
You'd better come along with me.
- I'll be all right, Officer.
- Will you, now?
Maybe we can get the doctor in the
Health Office here to take a look at you.
I know. The clinic is only supposed to
handle babies and mothers and take x-rays,
but she's an emergency case.
Here.
- Feel better?
- Yes, thanks.
I think we'd better let the doctor see you.
Yeah, you'd better, miss.
Well, I'll be getting back to the beat.
- Thanks, Houlihan.
- Not at all. Don't mention it.
Your name?
Agnes. Dean.
- Address?
-621 East 10th.
I'll tell Dr. Wood.
But, Officer, that no parking sign
wasn't here when I drove up.
I'm going to the hospital.
- Is that good?
- In an ambulance.
Great. Gonna get a free ride
in an automobile.
Do you have a little girl?
No. But I wish I did.
Say, that's a mighty big handkerchief
for such a little girl.
Dr. Wood gave me it for when I cough.
It keeps my germs locked up.
- What's your name?
- Walda. That's a pretty pin.
Here, would you like it?
There we are.
But I can take care of her at home.
Alec, Timmy, the twins?
Walda's cough is contagious.
That's why the city has hospitals
like Willard Parker.
But she's so little.
She has never been away from home.
She cries so easy.
I'll tell you what. I'll look in on her
myself every night. How's that?
Now, you haven't got a thing to worry about.
Walda's going to be all right.
- Thank you.
- Good night.
- Houlihan brought you a patient.
- Another emergency?
- She fainted.
- All right, send her in.
- What do you do for a living?
- I'm a singer.
- Eat regularly?
- Mostly on the run.
- Try slowing down for a while.
- It's nothing serious, is it?
No, I don't think so, but see
your own doctor. He'll make some tests.
Meanwhile take this medicine as directed.
Thanks.
Tired?
where people live and how they live
and whether the water
- I'll buy you a sandwich?
- Can't.
- Have some lab work to finish.
- Even on your own time?
I get my bad habits from you.
You didn't have to promise
to look in on Walda every night either.
Matt!
- Matt!
- Who is it?
It's me Matt, Sheila.
Sheila.
Hey, hey, let a husband get to his wife.
- Hello, baby.
- Hello.
I hadn't figured on you for a couple of days.
I lost the cop, Matt.
Are you sure?
He may have followed you here.
- He's still waiting at the hotel.
- Matt called me right after he talked to you.
- It's good to be home again.
- Just like old times, the three of us.
Only I'm not sharing
my husband with anybody.
Well, it looks like I'm a crowd.
I'll talk to you tomorrow, Sheila.
Now we can go away.
Are you sure the cop didn't
see you mail those stones?
I was very careful, Matt.
With $50,000 in diamonds,
we can go anywhere we want to
and not worry about a thing.
And you never saw her again
after you brought her up, huh?
No, sir. But I thought she was
up to something, the way she was acting.
How was she acting?
Well, you know, shifty, kind of.
Any idea how she got out?
No, sir. I couldn't say.
All right, you can go.
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