While the City Sleeps Page #2

"tryout with Midwest television,

"Which could be immensely profitable.

"During these trying days of mourning,

"I have not wanted to disturb you,

But let's have a conference

as soon as possible. "

All right, Nancy. Get that

out in the morning. That's all.

Yes, sir.

What's Griffith doing in there

For half an hour with Walter Kyne?

Good night, miss Donner, Mr. Loving.

Good night. 'Night.

Mil... until I clinch this new job,

I'm going to be like a

cat on a hot tin roof.

Oh, love, the boys have

gotten out of betting line.

You're their favorite and mine-6 to 5.

It's not that simple.

I'm plumping with everything

that I can think of:

This Midwest deal, influence...

I've written dozens of letters.

I'll have the pressure pouring in,

But Kyne keeps harping

on this murder thing,

As if solving it could be a factor.

Now, do you suppose that-

Why not?

It does credit to a better

brain than Walter Kyne's.

Yes. He'd get a scoop

and an executive director,

Without the trouble of

making up his little mind.

There's the guy now!

Darling, I thought you liked Jon.

Loving:
well, there's no

room for love around here now.

What's he doing with Gerald Meade?

Mildred:
well, darling, solving

the murder's the big thing.

He'd naturally want the

crime-Beat man on his team.

So why don't you try

and get him on yours?

Griffith's probably

sewing him up right now.

Mildred:
Gerald would sell

his mother and deliver.

Loving:
well, then, how

can I be sure of him?

Do I sleep with him?

You go to work on Meade,

And if it will ease your

mind, love, in a little while

I'll drop down to the dell

and, uh, feel out Griffith.

Griffith:
hello.

Yes, sir?

Better have another, Carlo.

I've been upstairs with Walter Kyne.

A fine man.

He's a weak-spined,

blue-Eyed fish, you ask me!

I don't know him too well.

Well, I

- Make it 2.

No, make it 3.

Ed:
hello, Jon.

Hi. Nancy:
hi!

Let Nancy sit between us.

You and I can

Indian-Wrestle under the bar.

Rye and soda for me, and

I'll have it with music.

Yes, ma'am.

Old man upstairs is roaring like a lion.

"Get me the killer," he yells.

"Use all your best men:

"Reporters, editors, feature men,

"Photographers, wire service men,

But get me the killer!"

And the man who gets

the killer lands the job.

Uh-Huh.

Who do you bet on, Ed-

On loving? Loving's smart,

Loving's fast,

Loving knows a lot of the right people,

But loving doesn't get the job.

No?

No. I'm going to get it,

Because I spent my youth and $30,000

On whiskey and devotion to the job,

Because I have a long-Suffering

wife and two swell kids,

And because you and I together are

going to crack this murder thing.

Mr. Loving wants Ed on his team.

Yeah? Well, he's not going to have him,

Because Ed's going to help me!

And let me get one thing clear-

I don't promise you

a thing for yourself.

Not a thing!

Well, let me make myself clear, Jon.

I don't care who gets the job.

For one thing, I've been

off a crime beat for 5 years,

And for another, I'm not going to get

My throat torn open in any dogfight.

Now, Ed, I've been real nice to you.

Nancy, tell Ed I've

been real nice to him.

Mildred:
I knew it all along...

just knew I was going to find

a friendly face down here.

Well, my face is friendly.

Hi.

Hello, you lovely people.

I always see you two together, don't I?

You could do a column about it.

Oh, I'd love to, darling.

I'm all for romance.

Have a rum on the rocks or something.

Well, now, thank you, Jon.

That's right friendly of you.

And I do think we should

all be very friendly

During these trying times.

How is mark?

Oh, he's driving

home you-Know-Who.

Who is

you-Know-Who?

Jon, Walter

- Walter Kyne.

I understand honest Harry

Kritzer's having dinner there.

One afternoon at the sands

in Vegas, I was taking a swim.

Then I looked up and saw

Dorothy sitting by the pool.

Saw her legs first

- Those beautiful, long legs.

Ha ha ha!

So I made kind of a

rough-And-Ready approach.

I'll never forget what she answered

- Two words.

You know what she answered, Harry?

Uh, no, I don't.

I said, "window shopping?"

Kyne:
yes.

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha.

So, 3 nights later, I

settled for marriage!

Excuse me, sir.

Hmm?

Mr. Griffith is waiting

on the telephone.

Oh, I'll take it outside.

Excuse me.

Sit next to me, Harry.

Uh-Uh.

I don't like the walls in this room.

Look like they've got sliding panels.

Coward.

He's probably got microphones

behind those pictures, too.

Well, you don't need to kiss me so loud.

When's the next time you

can visit your mother?

Tomorrow night... I hope.

I don't like keeping up

this "mother" business.

Every time I mention mother to Walter,

I can't keep a straight face.

How do you think I stand

in the race, darling?

Oh, far behind, darling, far behind.

Well, darling, I don't think so.

Let Griffith and loving

beat their brains out.

What chance have I got send out

a cameraman? Am I a crime catcher?

Uh-Uh. I'll play it my own way...

as Walter's best friend.

With... Walter's best wife?

I don't want to involve you.

My hero.

You'll never guess who's moved in here-

Harry Kritzer.

Honest Harry?

Very mysterious-

No name on his mailbox.

Hideaway?

Do you suppose old Harry's got a

blonde stashed away on the side?

If he ever sees me, he'll die.

He's right across the hall from me.

Oh?

You know, my darling,

As I was telling you-

Between the fourth

and the fifth highball,

A most intelligent thing to do is

To find out before you get married-

The more the better.

I know quite a lot about you now:

Went to school not far from here;

Played stoop ball against the sidewalls

Of engine company number 18-

I didn't mean that kind of knowledge.

I know you didn't.

I'm just trying to head off a disaster.

You know, you've seen these couples-

There's a big guy, 6 foot 7,

And a itty bitty girl, 4 feet 11.

How do they get along?

She doesn't even know if he likes music,

And she doesn't know if he likes books.

Maybe they get married to find out.

Well, I know about all I'm

likely to find out tonight.

Good night.

Good night.

Take care of yourself.

You know...

you have very nice legs.

Aren't you sweet?

Nice nylon stockings, too.

What holds your stockings up?

There's a lot your mother

should have told you.

I didn't ask my mother.

I asked you.

It's, uh... simply a matter

of scientific research.

Hadn't we said good night

Before you got interested in my nylons?

I can't remember when

I wasn't interested.

Don't you ever wait for

anything to be offered?

Ok, I'm open to an offer.

Ok...

if it will get rid of you.

I should have a permit.

To kiss me?

Hmm! An explorer's permit.

Do explorers have to have permits?

They should have, especially when

They're headed for uncharted territory.

Oh, forgive me, angel.

I know not what I say.

Good night, drunk.

Oh, may I use your telephone?

How did you get in here?

Temper, temper.

Kyne enterprises.

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