Woman on The Run Page #6

a moment ago,

but it's always discouraging to hear

a wife say that her husband loves her.

What do you write? Comic strips?

Never more serious in my life.

What's the damages?

Oh, it's on the house.

I hope you find him, Mrs. Johnson.

Thanks.

It's no use looking, honey.

Once they're gone, they're gone.

How did it happen?

I was walking along and she almost hit me.

She must have fell from

the Oriental Roof Garden up there.

Who is she?

She's one of the dancers from the show.

Maybe a drink, Sammy? It helps sometimes.

No, thanks.

- Hi, Sammy.

- Let him alone, can't you?

I just heard about it. I'm sorry.

I can't understand it, Inspector.

Suzie was happy. We were doing

great. There was no reason for it.

Sometimes you don't know

what makes people tick,

even the ones closest to us.

I just can't believe she killed herself.

Well, maybe she didn't.

- Inspector, how else...

- Well, it could have been robbery.

She might have surprised

somebody in the dressing room.

Did you check her stuff?

See if anything was missing?

- No.

- Well, do it now.

We've been through

almost all of these places

and we still haven't

found a lead on Frank.

- Mind if I look at this coat?

- That's a man's coat.

- Mind if I look at it?

- It's eight dollars.

That's Frank's coat. Where did you get it?

- None of your business.

- But that's my husband's coat.

No, it ain't. It's mine.

Feller came in here and traded

that coat and four dollars

for a pea jacket and a cap.

- When?

- When I opened up this morning.

Where did he go?

How do I know?

I just sell stuff. I don't watch people.

Shut the door as you go out.

Look.

Well, wouldn't you know? There he is,

just like nothing had happened.

Uh...

Frank.

- I beg pardon?

- Oh, I... I'm sorry.

I never knew there were so many

land-going sailors in the world.

All wearing pea jackets and seamen's caps.

- Beat, huh?

- Mm-hm.

I might as well admit it.

I can't remember.

No, thanks.

There's not much sun left

to find him under.

"If you think back," he said in his letter,

"you'll know where to find me."

Danny, maybe if I'm alone

I can figure this out.

I've got to go home,

anyway, and feed the dog.

He's been locked up all day.

Oh, sure, sure.

I could meet you later some place.

How about picking me up at the corner of

Montgomery and Union Streets,

when you're ready?

- It's not much out of your way.

- All right.

I'll meet you there in an hour.

Uh-oh.

Looks like your shadow's

finally caught up with you.

- Are you as tired as I am?

- I beg your pardon?

Come on. There's no need

for spending two cab fares.

We might as well go together.

- But...

- Come on.

At least you'll have someone to talk to.

As a taxpayer, I thank you.

Hello, Rembrandt.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Hi.

- What, you again? Who let you in?

- Landlord. Do you mind?

Oh, no. Make yourself at home.

I love having cops move in on me.

Where's the letter? Don't pretend

you don't know what I'm talking about.

I mean the letter your pal picked up

at Hart & Winston's this morning.

I want it.

Sees all, knows all. Except where

Frank is and who the killer is.

Why don't you back to jail, or wherever

it is you live, and leave me alone?

Oh, no. The merry-go-round's over.

This case is going cold on me

and you're the only live thing in it.

So, from now on, I'm sticking with you.

That's just peachy. Oh, I'm bushed.

You ought to be. You covered a lot of

territory today. My men are bushed too.

You should be more considerate.

Can you make anything out

of this letter? It's pretty cryptic.

Not yet, but I'm working on it.

This sounds like a guy in love.

- You think so?

- Yeah.

"I'll be out in the open, under the sun,

"in a place like the one

where I first lost you."

That kind of lays it right in your lap.

- Doesn't it mean anything to you?

- I wish it did.

I'm glad you're not

bringing me my medicine.

Oh, don't worry. I'll find him.

And I'll be right there with you,

when you do.

Where you go, I go.

Would you insist upon going with me

if I walked the dog?

I walked him.

Anyway, there's a man out front,

one in back, and one on the roof.

- Fine. I'm staying right here, then.

- So am I.

We'll just wait

till your husband comes to you,

or you can't stand the strain

any longer and go to him.

Look, Mr. Ferris, maybe you're right

in some of the things you said.

Today I discovered a lot about Frank

I never knew before.

In one day what you couldn't

find out in four years?

I guess I was the one that was mixed up.

A lot of it's my fault anyway.

I haven't been much of a wife.

Well, that's quite an admission

from you, Mrs. Johnson.

Please.

You've got to give me a chance to see

Frank alone and give him his medicine.

Then if he wants to come in

and testify, that's up to him.

But it's got to be his choice.

I won't try to influence him

one way or the other.

Whatever he does is all right with me.

But you've got to let me

see him alone first.

I believe you and I'd like to help you,

but I'm a cop.

If Frank keeps on running, I'll have

no witness, to say nothing of a job.

He's hungry.

Couldn't you have fed him too?

He couldn't figure out how to work the

can opener. Can I use your phone?

Hello. Ferris. Anything come in?

Keep it going till we get results.

I think we're getting warm.

Shaw there? Put him on.

I'm sorry, Rembrandt.

It's the only thing I could think of.

- Mr. Ferris?

- Yeah?

I'm worried about Rembrandt.

He was so hungry

and now he won't touch his food.

That's funny.

His nose is so hot.

Maybe I'd better take him to the vet.

- I'll take him. I like dogs.

- Oh, thank you.

Get your shoes.

His temperature is normal. In fact,

he seems to be in perfect health.

But I'm worried about him, Doctor.

He won't eat.

Maybe he isn't hungry.

Perhaps he should stay here

for a few days for observation.

May I take a look at your exercise yard?

Oh, yes. Right out that door,

across the hall.

And, Doctor, see if you can't

coax him to eat something.

Doctor, I wish you'd look at Emmylou.

I'm not the doctor.

I'm here for treatment myself.

I beg your pardon?

Your wife thinks

you ought to leave the dog

- ...for observation.

- That woman's not my wife.

Ferris was there when I got back.

He knew about Frank's letter.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

I knew he'd check that.

Danny, I've been thinking. Why did

Frank send it to Hart & Winston's?

He didn't want it intercepted.

Why not leave it with Sammy Chung, then?

Or give it to anybody he knew

who'd bring it to me?

Why Maibus at the store?

You mean you think there's a reason?

Something you missed?

Yes, something I didn't see.

Something I overlooked.

- Driver, take us to Hart & Winston.

- OK.

Weary, bitter, cynical.

Fresh, eager and hopeful.

The two Eleanors.

Now I remember.

One day, on the beach at Carmel,

just after we were married,

Frank made a mermaid out of sand.

It was supposed to be me, and a big

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