Man In The Vault Page #2

Do you drive?

Well, where to?

I'd like a drink.

Several drinks.

Got any suggestions?

Anywhere.

Anywhere?

Make yourself at home.

Bourbon or scotch?

- Scotch and water.

- Okay.

- There you are.

- Thank you.

- Too strong?

- Just right.

Silly, isn't it? Being here like this.

I don't even know your name.

Tommy. Tommy Dancer.

Mine's Betty Turner.

- You a friend of Willis Trent, Tommy?

- Nope.

Hired me to open a trunk for him.

I'm a locksmith.

It's not a very exciting job,

but it's steady.

You know, you'd be surprised

how many things...

people manage

to lock themselves out of.

Apartments, cars, garages.

Even had to pick my way

into a woman's diary one time.

Sounds exciting.

That could have been,

but she was looking over my shoulder.

I didn't get a chance to read it.

- What about you?

- Me?

Sure. I'm a locksmith.

You've got to be something.

Well, I don't... what is it?

Punch a time clock,

if that's what you mean.

Didn't think you did.

- The stole belongs to me. I paid for it.

- Good for you.

- The Cadillac, too.

- Good.

I'm 23, single. I live in Beverly Hills.

With my parents.

They disapprove of everything I do...

everyone I know, everywhere I go.

The only reason I stay with them

is because they give me anything I want.

Anything?

Anything except that guy at the party

tonight, you mean, don't you?

What was his name?

Farraday, yeah, that was it.

I think I ought to be going.

What's your hurry?

I didn't come up here

to talk about Earl Farraday.

Why did you come?

Hello.

Hello?

All right, all right.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

- Morning, Tommy.

- Morning.

- May we come in?

- Sure. Sure, come on in.

You left the party early last night.

- I guess I did.

- Too bad.

- Things got quite lively after you left.

- I'll say they did.

- This dame stuck her foot in...

- Louie.

- And started taking off her...

- Louie!

Find the kitchen.

Make Tommy some coffee.

- Sure. Sure, Mr. Trent.

- Here. It's in there.

You'll have to excuse Louie.

Like all prizefighters,

he gets carried away at times.

Look, I think I'll wash up.

It will only take a minute.

Go right ahead, Tommy.

Don't let us bother you.

- Tommy?

- Yeah?

How would you like

to go to work for me?

Wait a minute. I can't hear you.

What did you say?

I said, how would you like

to go to work for me?

I need a man for a job, Tommy.

- Key job.

- Another one?

I'm willing to pay him $5,000.

- For one job?

- For one job.

That's a lot of money.

You know anything about

safety deposit boxes, Tommy?

Not very much. Why?

I was thinking

you might open one for me.

One that is, shall we say,

well worth looking into.

It doesn't belong to you.

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