When Strangers Marry Page #2
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- 1944
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Where are you? What's happened?
Oh, come right over, darling, right away.
But why?
Why?
Tomorrow, but...
I'll come to you, darling, tell me where,
please, please, Paul.
Corner of 7th and Bleeker.
Bye, darling.
Why didn't he come here?
I don't know, I don't care.
Seventh and Bleeker isn't a very
healthy neighborhood.
I better come along.
No, thanks, Fred.
Oh, Fred.
I couldn't let you come alone.
He's in there.
In there.
He's gone.
Who's gone?
It's a different man.
You sure you saw him?
He was sitting right in that chair.
Come on, we'll get a cab.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Oh, Mr. Graham, if you're looking fo
Mrs. Baxter, she just checked out.
That's right, just about five minutes ago.
Did she leave any forwarding address?
No.
Did anyone come for her?
No. There was a telephone call though
just a few minutes before she checked out.
Thanks.
Hello, Millie.
Paul!
Oh, Paul.
Getting lonely, Millie?
Oh, Paul, Paul, darling.
I've been so worried, so upset.
Why didn't you meet me last night?
Now, now, baby.
There's nothing to be worried
and upset about.
Everything is all right.
Sure.
Why didn't you meet me last night?
I asked you to come by yourself
last night, Millie.
Oh, that was Fred. Hr's staying at the Sherwin.
I used to know him in Grantsville.
He used to go through there on business.
Does he know where you are now?
You told me not to tell anyone.
Why don't you let the sun in?
Do you know something?
I haven't had a thing to eat
I'm starving.
Well, I'm sorry.
There isn't a thing in the place to eat.
I'll tell you what we'll do...
I know. I'll go ut and buy something.
I'll be right back.
Paul.
Paul.
I thought you were out.
No.
You look nice.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Oh, Paul, the person who lived here before
left his card on our mailbox.
No, he didn't.
But the name is Moore on our box.
Well, I use that name sometimes.
Why?
Huh?
Why?
Business reasons.
Oh.
Who's that?
I don't know.
It was here when I moved in.
Here.
Well, let's go.
Go? Go where? I just got the groceries.
We're gonna eat.
The groceries will keep. I've decided
to take you out and feed you.
And then, you hick, I'm gonna show you
the city of New York.
Oh, that's wonderful.
I want to see all of New York.
And...
do you know what I'd like to do
after that?
What?
I'd like to see Coney Island.
Coney Island?
All right.
Then we will see Coney Island, too.
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen,
step right up and meet Hugo,
the Mental Marvel.
Don't only be educated, but amused also.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, step right up
and come in a little closer, please,
each and every one of you.
For ten cents, one thin dime,
the tenth part o a dollar, I'll tell you
who you are and what you do
in three guesses.
Nothing embarrassing.
I'll try it. Thank you, madam. thank you.
Step right up.
Now I'll tell you what I'll do.
If I don't guess in three guesses
absolutely free of charge.
Excuse me.
Ah, let me see, let me see.
She's a pianist, right?
No.
She's a stenographer. Right?
No.
I got it. She's a nurse. Right?
That's right.
Now, who's next. Don't be bashful,
don't be bashful.
Remember, folks, it's entertainment
and it's also educational.
I wanna try.
Thank you so much.
You were just married. Next!
As a wedding present to this
young couple
I am going to guess
what this young man does
absolutely free of charge.
Step right up, brother. Come on.
It's just a little entertainment.
Hugo won't hurt you.
He's a reporter.
Right?
No.
He's a lawyer. Right?
No.
He works in a bank. Right?
No.
I can't guess what you do.
It's the first time I ever missed,
stranger.
Here you are.
Well, everybody's got to have a miss
now and then.
Paul.
Yeah?
I'd like to invite someone to dinner.
Who?
Fred Graham. I told you about him.
He's...
Yes, I remember him.
Hey, give me my marble.
No.
It's my marble.
No!
Kids squabbling over marbles.
Twenty years from now
they'll still be squabbling.
But over money instead of marbles.
People don't change much, do they?
Will Tuesday be all right?
I'd rather you didn't, Millie.
But... I owe an awful lot to Fred.
Maybe you do, but...
I don't want him over.
I do.
I don't.
Come on over here.
Come on.
I'm mad, you know that, don't you?
Your eggs are burning,
you know that, don't you?
You still mad?
A little.
The Philadelphia silk stocking murder...
What did you say?
Nothing.
Jacob Houser, a hotel bartender
who can identify the killer
has left Philadelphia for an undisclosed
destination.
Jacob Houser is the sole witness...
Where are you going?
I've got to make a call, Millie.
I'll see you later.
I tell you, he tried to kill me.
He only missed me by that much.
I tell you he tried to kill me.
It might have been accidental.
Did you get a look at the man
who was driving the truck?
No. But why should anyone want
to murder me?
Maybe you know too much.
You mean...
It's a pity that you can't remember
the name of the hotel.
Like I said, I caught a peak at the guy's suitcase
when he left the bar with Prescott.
The label said Hotel something or other.
New York City, that's what it said.
That's what it said.
Can't you tell me something more
about the man?
Like I said, he was sort of a salesman of some kind.
He was about 6 foot tall,
dark hair, dark eyes...
He had on a dark suit.
Dark eyes, dark hair and a dark suit.
There are thousands of men who fit
that description here in New York.
Yeah...
That makes it tough.
If you could only remember that hotel label
on the killer's suitcase.
I can't.
I can't, I can't.
Your life may depend on it.
I can't.
I can't, I can't.
Your life may depend on it.
That's it.
Sherwin. That's it.
Are you sure?
Sure.
She checked out early yesterday morning.
Did her husband ever show up?
No, not that I know of.
Was Mrs. Baxter friendly with anyone
in the hotel?
Yes, er... Fred Graham.
I think you'll find him downstairs
in the...
The city is a nice place to live in, all right
but I'll take a home in the country anytime.
Well, that depends
on what you call living.
You can't raise kids in the city.
I didn't know everybody was married.
Everyone should be.
Well, sometimes things just don't work out
the way you figure.
How are the ball games
coming along?
They're playing a double-headed today.
We've still got time to see the second game.
I'd sure like to see it.
Let's go.
No, I gotta get back to headquarters.
You're gonna get a rubdown?
Oh, I might as well.
Come on.
I can't promise you anything as exciting
as the ball game, Mr. Graham,
but I think you''ll get a kick out of this.
Make yourself at home.
This was a case I worked on
Albert Foster. He was a mild little sales clerk.
Wouldn't harm a soul.
He was pulling down $35 a week
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