Where the Sidewalk Ends Page #2

Morrison pulled a gun, but Paine

had him so he couldn't shoot,

and they wrestled into the bedroom.

Before I could call the cops,

Paine came out.

He didn't say anything, just left.

Then Morrison came out

and fell on the floor.

- He was dead when I got to him.

- What did you do with the knife?

There wasn't any weapon.

- Paine must have taken it along.

- You're lying, Scalise.

- Let me handle him, Lieutenant.

- What is Paine's address?

I don't know.

"K Paine, 58 Pike Street, Chelsea 32099."

Another telephone number:

Murray Hill 59970. What's that?

A pool room on Third Avenue.

You won't have any trouble

picking him up. He was blind.

All neat and ready with the fall guy,

huh? Let me handle him...

Go after Paine, Dixon.

Come on, Paul.

Keep the change.

...I-S-O-N. Yeah, Ted Morrison.

Kenneth Paine calling.

Don't answer? Maybe he's

in the bar. Have him paged.

But I gotta talk to him, it's important.

Trying to get Ted Morrison

on the phone, huh?

Who are you?

Detective Dixon, 16th Squad.

Get out.

Maybe he's trying to win his money back.

Don't give me that. He was cleanin' up.

How much?

And he's gotta cut me in.

After what you did to him?

He started it!

All among friends.

Hello.

He isn't? Look, Kenneth Paine wants

him to call as soon as he comes in.

That's right.

I said get out. I don't like cops.

Ted Morrison is not gonna

call you back, Paine.

Nobody asked you.

Somebody sunk a knife

into Morrison. He's dead.

Dead?

You're lyin'.

Scalise is trying to frame you,

says you knifed him.

Go home.

I'm trying to help you. Scalise and

his boys are hanging a murder on you.

They knocked him off to get

their dough back after you left.

- Come on.

- No cop's gonna touch me!

Stand up alone, then.

I'll stand up when I wanna.

Get outta here.

Get out!

OK, buddy. Come on, let's go.

Come on.

- Hello?

- 'Hello, Mark?'

- Oh, hello, Paul.

- 'Did you find him?'

'Mark? Mark?'

Hello?

Hello? Operator, there's a bad

connection, get this line clear.

'Mark, can you hear me?'

Yeah.

I picked up some stuff on him

you ought to hear.

Go easy on him, he's a war hero.

'Got a hatful of medals

and a lot of newspaper friends.

'When he got out of the service,

he wrote a syndicated column.

'I thought I'd tell you so you don't

muss him up if you run into him.

'Going to wait there for him?'

Yeah, I'll stick around

in case he shows up.

'So long.'

Will you send a cab

to 58 Pike Street, please?

- You call a cab?

- No, not me.

- Pennsylvania Station, please.

- Yes, sir.

Give me a ticket to Pittsburgh,

the first train out.

17 dollars and 8 cents.

Hello, Paul. I covered a few bars

in the neighbourhood.

I just got here. See this?

Slipped in and out after I was here.

Probably watching you.

Nice piece of luck for me.

You can't be everywhere.

He took all his stuff

out of this closet kinda quick.

Just his uniform and one shoe.

There's another closet.

- Nothing in there. It's empty.

- Maybe somebody saw him get away.

There's an old lady

in the window downstairs.

Police. We'd like to talk to you.

What do you want?

How long have you been sitting here?

Since after dinner.

I always sit here at night.

- You know Kenneth Paine?

- Oh, yes, I know him.

- Have you seen him tonight?

- Yes. He left in a taxi.

- When?

- I don't know.

When you get old like me,

you don't care what time it is.

- Approximately how long ago?

- About 20 minutes, I think.

The taxi man woke me up.

Everybody wakes me up tonight.

Usually I can sleep here.

I always sleep here since my husband died.

It seems less lonely. Music helps me.

Thank you, madam. Come on, Paul.

That's all, thank you.

- He's running for it, huh?

- We'll get him.

You cover the Yellow Cab stand,

see if you can pick up the driver.

- I'll cover the independent garages.

- OK.

Hey! Open up! I know you're in there!

Open up, you dirty rat! Open...

- Where's the lieutenant?

- Sign this. He's in there.

Lieutenant, we got a break on this.

One of the porters saw Paine

stick it in a locker.

Oh, good.

Here's the cab driver's statement.

"Picked up a fare at 58 Pike Street

at around 1:
10." Is that right?

That's right.

You recognise this bag?

Yeah, the guy was carryin' it

when he came out of the house.

I noticed the name: Kenneth something.

Yeah, Kenneth Paine.

He had a bandage under one eye.

Yeah, piece of tape.

- Which eye?

- Uh, the...

left eye, like this.

Under the left eye. Thanks, you can go.

We know where to get you.

Looks like we have a definite line

on Paine, Lieutenant.

The ticket agent at Penn station

sold him a ticket to Pittsburgh.

Evidently trying to throw us off.

He's probably holed up in town.

- No line on the girl, Lieutenant.

- Keep calling, Benson.

Scalise thinks she was either

an actress or a model.

Call the agencies on both,

as soon as they open in the morning.

Call CB and have them teletype

Paine's description to Pittsburgh.

Dixon, take yourself a rest. You too,

Klein, then get busy on the hotels.

- Communication, please.

- I'm going home for a few hours.

Knock off, Casey,

and then report back at eight.

Good night, boys.

Teletype the following description

to Pittsburgh:
age, about 36...

Give me Communications.

Height, six feet one. Weight, 180lbs.

Hair, dark. Build, average...

You look beat, Mark. Don't you feel good?

- Hey, Mark, you awake?

- Yeah.

We've got a line on the girl.

Her name is Morgan Taylor, from

Washington Heights. I got her number.

- What is it?

- Wentworth 35098.

Wentworth 35098.

All right, all right.

Hello.

Does Morgan Taylor live there?

Yeah, she lives here.

No, she ain't here now.

She's gone to work. Who's callin'?

Never mind, I'll call her later.

She's gone to work.

Have you got her employment address?

Here it is.

Friedman and Lyon, 525 Eighth Avenue.

Very nice. But too high-style

for my customers.

- Maybe we could make a bolero, Oleg.

- I'll sketch it.

Mmm, I'm not sure. I'll let you know

when I send the order in.

Thank you, Morgan.

It's OK with me. We have more orders

than we can fill on this number.

- Did they notice it?

- I don't think so.

Come here, let me see it in the light.

Still shows a little.

I'll put some more pancake on it.

You know, Morgan,

it's your own fault. Hold that.

You keep thinking of him as a glamour boy.

You won't see him for what he is,

which is definitely a jerk.

So he won the war and freed the slaves!

Does that entitle him to spend

his life drinking barrels of whisky

and punching girls on the nose?

Don't worry.

I'm not going to see him anymore.

You said that before.

He rolls his alcoholic eyes at you

and you set yourself up

for another left hook.

You can't help him, Morgan.

- I guess you're right.

- Someone to see you, Miss Taylor.

- Who?

- Oh, tell him to drop dead.

It's important, Mr Friedman said

to come to the office right away.

Miss Taylor,

this is Mr Dixon and Mr Klein.

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