Chicago Deadline Page #2

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Hey, some fun. This is a dame.

Mandor.

May I speak to Belle, please?

Belle who?

What's the matter, you got so many Belles there

you need an index or something?

Well don't get so tough about it!

See who this party is.

Hello, Belle?

Yes.

It's a friend of Rosita's.

Rosita?

Don't you remember?

A pretty dark-haired little girl.

Well, I don't know. Where does she live?

She died this morning, Belle.

That's why I'm calling.

Died? She couldn't...

I can't talk to you now. I have to go out.

Now look, you're not gonna get into any trouble.

I don't know her. I never heard of her.

Leave me alone!

Mandor.

Look, operator...

there's five bucks in it for you if you find out

where Belle is going when she goes out.

I'll be right over.

Hey, there's nobody there by the name of Purdy.

It's a Marcia Grantland.

I can't get hold of her.

There seems to be a party going on.

6900, Albion, apartment C.

N.Y., New York.

Ask what they have on those guys.

What am I, a stooge?

Hey, where are you going?

Out to have fun.

Mandor Hotel.

What did you do to our little Belle, son?

Where'd she go?

She didn't say.

Thanks.

What did you say to her?

Why?

She checked out.

How long did she live here?

Over a year.

Take all of her things?

A bag. Will send for the rest.

You must be dynamite.

Yeah, I must be.

I must be loaded.

Why, hello! Come on in.

Thank you.

Are you a friend of Hazel's or of George's?

Er, George, good old George.

Throw your hat anywhere.

Thank you.

We're about to cut the cake.

I wouldn't miss that for the world.

See you later.

Hey, where's your glass?

I just came in.

Well... thank you very much.

Here you are.

Oh, thank you.

Well, it's like everybody showed.

I guess nobody could believe it until they saw it.

I still don't believe it.

Here's to you.

Thanks.

Who are you?

Ed Adams.

Hello, Ed.

Hello?

Leona.

Hello, Leona.

Who are you a friend of?

George's.

Oh, George has been holding out.

I mean...

Are you looking for anybody?

Marcia Grantland.

It would be Marcia.

Wouldn't it?

You want me to find her?

No, not right now.

Well! Have some more.

Marcia's been holding out, too.

Can't say that I blame her.

She is a bit secretive sometimes.

Yeah, that's true.

I don't think she'd like you looking at me like that.

Leona, darling.

Hello, Janet.

Darling, what do you think about Hazel?

She finally made it, didn't she?

Oh, my goodness! You've just been decorated.

Pardon me.

Let's move out of here before we get trampled.

Where can we go? I'd like to talk to you.

Well, come on.

Here.

Leona...

Yes?

Do you know Rosita?

Who?

Rosita Jean D'Ur.

I little dark-haired girl.

You do get around, don't you?

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