Toolbox Murders Page #2

You'll find it.

Hi, there.

Any of these washers free?.

Yup. Come on in.

Don't mind me.

Just folding my skivvies.

That one'll run hot no matter

what you tell it to do.

Oh, really?.

Thanks.

You new here?.

Yeah. My husband and l

just moved in tonight.

My name is Nell.

Charles Rooker.

Call me Chas.

You and your hubby actors?.

No.

He's just finishing up med

school, and I am a teacher.

Stable. Honest.

That's good.

Seen too many pretty ones who move here

and get their hearts broken.

Leave just to make room

for another.

Good for you

for inculcating young minds!

Well, hopefully

I'll get a job soon.

Steven's set though.

He's got residency at the E. R.

at the Wilshire Memorial.

- How 'bout you?. You lived here a long time?.

- Since '47.

- Right after the war.

- You've lived here since 1947?.

And still on my feet!

Hell, I was here

before Jack Lusman disappeared.

Lusman.

As in this building Lusman?.

Yup. He built it.

Wanted it to be a getaway

for all the movie stars

who shared his proclivities.

But they're fickle.

Discard one fad

just to embrace another.

Can't count on 'em

for anything.

'Course it didn't help

that a lot of the guys

working construction here

met a bad end.

What do you mean?.

Luis, it's Julia.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Catch.

- You're a lifesaver.

- It's a full-time job with you, isn't it?.

All this huffing and puffing

and runnin' in circles

- to get back to where you started.

- I'm gonna get you to come with me.

No, no, no.

I'm a stand-in-one-place kind of a guy.

- It's working.

- Yeah!

- Good night, Luis.

- Good night.

Hi, Julia.

Hello, Ned.

You've lost

a lot of weight.

Fifty-seven pounds.

I think you look pretty at any size.

Thanks.

Stop it! Stop it!

I told you, get out.

Get out!

What, what the f***

is that?.

What the f*** is that?.

Stop it. Get out.

Ma'am, just stay

right there.

Get the f*** out!

Shut up and die, motherf***er!

- Police!

- Freeze!

What's goin' on here?.

Byron's helping me

run lines.

I have a callback.

Look. "Sweet Jesus,

what the f*** is that?.

- What the f*** is that??"

- "Shut up and bleed, motherf***er."

Mrs. Barrow,

need you to take

a look at this.

They were rehearsing.

Dude, this part is mine.

I am so sorry.

I really thought something

awful was happening.

That's okay. You were just being

a good neighbor. Break a leg.

- So these guys were acting.

- Yeah, they were actors.

How can you laugh at that?.

I can't believe you.

Sweetie, I'm laughing

with you.

Am I laughing?.

I don't think so!

We have to shell out

That's a great story.

In two days, you'll be

calling your whole family.

Nell, I'm sorry, hon.

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