All Through The Night Page #3

-Who isn't here?

-Mr. Miller.

-l just saw him a little while ago downtown.

-l know.

lt's just as if the earth opened up

and swallowed him.

-Where's Mrs. Miller?

-She's inside. Come on.

You boys wait out here.

For 35 years he never left at this time

of the day. He has to bake.

-Hello, Mrs. Miller.

-Oh, Gloves.

Now, Mrs. Miller,

stop crying. We'll find Herman.

-There's nothing to worry about.

-That's what l told her.

No. No. Something's happened

to him. l'm sure of it.

-Maybe he just took a walk around the block.

-Oh, no. No.

-When did you last see him?

-After lunch.

Yes, just after lunch.

Mrs. Miller went out for a few minutes...

...and l come down to get the flowers

you'd sent me, and he was gone.

-Anybody see him leave?

-No.

Johnny was standing right out there

by his popcorn stand the whole time.

He never saw him go out.

The back door was locked from the inside.

Did he say anything

to make you think he might be in trouble?

-Oh, well--

-No. Why would he be in trouble?

-Sure he never harmed a person in his--

-Will you let Mrs. Miller answer, please?

Well, he did say there was something

he want to tell me when l got back.

-People don't disappear for no reason.

-l don't know.

-Now, now, Mrs. Miller, don't you cry.

-l don't know.

We'll find him for you.

Anybody searched the place?

Why, sure, we've looked,

but we didn't see a sign of him.

-Come on, we'll search the joint.

-Sure. We got time.

Let's go up the attic,

down the basement.

We'll start in the basement and work

our way up. Maybe we can find a clue.

You'll see, my boy will find him.

l'm a promoter, Mom,

not J. Edgar Hoover.

l hope nothing's happened to him.

-What do you make of it?

-l had an uncle once who used to disappear.

Every time they'd find him in Atlantic City

with a dame named Clarissa.

You know l'm only doing this

to satisfy my old lady.

Your old lady. Every time we get settled

at the racetrack, the ball game...

...or the prizefight,

she has to call up and disturb us.

Why don't you get her a penthouse

and isolate her.

l tried that once,

but she likes the old neighborhood.

All her pals are down here.

Well, there's nothing here. Let's go.

What's the matter, p*ssy?

That's a nice cat. Come here, p*ssy.

How about that?

Herman!

l can't figure it. A nice old gent like Miller.

Who would wanna knock him off?

l hope this isn't a clue,

because l just swallowed it.

l been waiting here a whole hour.

Say, chief, can't l get away

long enough to give my girl a hello?

Stick around, will you?

What are you nervous about?

She'll keep.

That's what you think.

l can't take a chance.

The fleet's in. She's defense-minded.

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