While the City Sleeps Page #7

Or use her on the telecast.

Oh, no, you don't. Print

Mildred's picture. Use her.

Where are you going?

Out of your life!

I'm so much in love with her, it aches.

Well, she's loved you, too.

She's treated you right.

But I didn't do anything.

You figure if you're drunk,

it doesn't count, huh?

I only kissed her.

The way I just heard it, she kissed you.

A few more times around, this is

going to be a pretty lively story.

But I didn't do anything!

The next time, you will.

Oh, there won't be a next time.

Well, tell Nancy that.

Yeah, tell Nancy.

For you, Mr. Mobley.

Aha! She made it just as far

as the first telephone booth.

Strong woman.

Honey, I graciously accept your apology.

Griffith:
don't honey

me, miserable character!

Now mark loving is being

congratulated from Tokyo to Timbuktu!

Only a miracle can help me now.

And you dillydallying

in a haunt of pleasure.

Somebody has to have some fun.

That was Griffith.

Burt, let's think.

His crimes have become more and more

frequent... more violent, bolder.

He's got to have a new element

in them now, something, uh-

What do you mean?

Well, something daring.

Every murder he committed

has always been at night?

Yeah.

Then, maybe...

what?

The next one will be in cold daylight.

You think, uh-

Yeah, that figures. The final insolence

- Broad daylight.

You mean, something that

will satisfy his urge to kill,

But at the same time,

increase his excitement, huh?

Burt! Maybe to kill

even while she's guarded.

Are you going to be in for

the next hour, miss Liggett?

All day.

I'll get some lights down at the corner.

The phone number's written on this card.

You change your mind,

be sure and let me know.

I promise.

Who is it?

Ed.

Go away, Mobley. Leave me alone.

Please, leave me alone.

What do you want?

Get out of here!

Get away!

Help! Help!

Help!

Oh, let me in, please!

Close the door!

Stop him!

He's the killer! Stop him! Stop him!

Nancy, are you all right?

He ran around the corner! Hurry, hurry!

Get up there!

No! No! No!

Charles, you'd be amazed!

This phone hasn't stopped ringing.

I never knew I had so many friends.

Of course, it doesn't

necessarily mean the big thing.

At least, that's not official.

Well?

We got him, Jon.

We've really got him!

Are we ahead of the other papers?

Absolutely alone. An hour, maybe more.

Kaufman's got him here

now, in a precinct station.

He's questioning him in the next room.

If it gets on the police ticket,

It will be in every newsroom in town.

Don't worry, Jon.

It will get on as an

ordinary precinct arrest,

Man molesting a woman.

Happens every day.

No paper will bother to pick that up.

Everything worked.

This guy knocked on Nancy's door.

She wouldn't open it,

So he went after another

woman on the same floor.

We got it from O'Leary.

We're two hours away from deadline.

Have you got enough to go with now?

Yes. I've got murder, Jon.

The Kelly girl and the Felton girl

And at least two more before then.

How are you going to handle it?

Extra! What do you think I'd do?

And I don't want any boy scout talk

About loving and wire

service or anything else.

Anybody who's going to read this

will read it in the sentinel.

Hold on. I'll give it to Healey.

Jim! Jim!

Jim!

Healey! Healey! Jim!

Take this right here. Make it quick.

I want the front page down to the fold.

Remake anything you've set.

We're putting out an extra.

Don't say anything about this.

Circulation.

Benny? Jon Griffith.

How many trucks you got handy?

Extra. And I want it spread midtown-

Grand central, Penn

station, bus terminal-

By 5:
30.

Keep everybody's yaps shut.

First run, 20,000.

Jon? What about pictures?

We don't need pictures.

Kritzer doesn't have to

know anything about this.

Mrs. Kyne, please.

She left that long ago?

Well, thank you, Steve.

Nothing more about

the women he molested?

That's all up to now.

Just says she's a Mrs. Charles smith.

I'll call you back.

He should get another

Pulitzer prize for this.

You may get something, too.

I want the first paragraph

8 columns, 14-Point bold.

Nobody moves from this desk.

I wish I could trust you, Mildred.

Can't you, darling?

To get the woman's angle,

How I could use a sob story.

But I'm not your type of man.

You'd give it to loving.

I'm an independent operator now.

Really?

Certainly.

Can't complain, he turned me loose.

Ok, I'll take a chance.

There's a bonus in it for you,

If you deliver it just to me.

Very little mark could

do about it now, anyway.

It's a good story, Jon?

It's a pip.

Do you know where Nancy Liggett lives?

Nancy? Sure.

Go up and interview the

woman you'll find there.

Right now.

Right now.

Thank you.

Where have you been?

Here and there, darling.

You're the only one who

hasn't congratulated me.

Well, uh, congratulations.

You still my baby?

You ought to know that, love.

Thanks so much.

Mrs. Smith is very grateful.

That's all right.

Thanks very much for the sweater.

I'll return it as soon as possible.

No hurry, Mrs. Smith.

Miss Liggett-

We-We trust in your discretion,

Mrs. Smith and I.

And again, thanks so very much.

Thank you, miss Liggett.

Well, well, if it

isn't Mrs. Walter Kyne.

Oh, no, you can't be the woman

I was supposed to interview.

Did mark loving put you up to this?

No, darling, he didn't.

I think you're lying.

Harry, I don't particularly

care what you think.

Who is this, Harry?

Mildred Donner, from the office.

Oh, well...

why don't we all have a drink?

Good idea.

Harry looks as though he needs one.

And then let's talk.

After all, we are 3

civilized human beings.

Well, of course, let's talk.

Yeah, let's.

Nancy... can't we let

bygones be bygones?

You got your story, Ed,

A big scoop.

So be happy.

But I don't want to be happy. I want-

Nancy? Nancy!

She hung up on me.

Here's the full text of the confession.

Would you like to have it exclusive?

Thanks, Burt.

You can buy me a drink sometime.

Sure.

Sure.

There she blows!

I haven't given very much

thought to my successor.

I'll keep you in mind. Ok. Bye.

Extra?

Joe!

Get this on the wire!

Neat but nasty.

Want to make a bet, mark?

On what?

On me.

Jon, how long have you had this story?

It seemed a lifetime.

Well, then, why didn't you

give it to the newswire?

You can ask that again.

I did.

After you'd extra'd!

Your newswire still had it first,

And your New York paper

was on the street with it.

Hey, maybe you were right.

That was good thinking, Jon.

It's every man for

himself around here now,

If it was good thinking.

Why haven't we got a

picture of the murderer?

Where was Kritzer when this thing broke?

I don't know.

You can ask him.

Well, I'd like a little more cooperation

Around here!

Well, where have you been?

Don't you work here?

You'll find out where I've been.

I've got something to take up with you.

Harry, who do you

think you're talking to?

And right now, Walter,

In the privacy of your office.

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