The Goodbye Girl Page #2

I was here once about two years ago.

I don't care what apartment you've got,

there's no whatever-his-name-is here.

Could you open the door for a second?

Not at 12:
05.

You got a latch, you can keep it on.

I just want to talk to you for one second.

Make it fast. My husband's sleeping.

I think there's been a mistake.

I sublet this apartment

from a friend of mine, Tony DeForrest.

- He lives here.

- That'll be news to my husband, Charlie.

I have a receipt here in my pocket

for three months rent.

I was supposed to arrive tomorrow,

but I came a day early...

...because I'm starting work in the morning

and I figured I could spend the night here.

You look confused.

Can I talk to your husband?

He'll be at the 37th Precinct

at 9:
00 in the morning.

Charlie D'Agostino, Homicide. Good night.

Who was it?

Never mind.

Didn't sound like a "never mind" to me.

Tony rented the apartment to someone,

but I'm not giving it up. It's ours.

Go to sleep.

He rented the apartment.

You mean we have to leave?

Over my dead body.

What if they force us?

Let 'em try. Go to sleep.

He rented the apartment. What a shitheel!

- Hello?

- Hello. Is Tony there, please?

Who's calling?

You know who's calling. I was just there.

I recognize your voice, Mrs. D'Agostino!

Mrs. Who?

D'Agostino! How come your telephone

answers to Tony DeForrest's number?

And how come the key he sent me

Air Mail special delivery opens your door?

You want to answer those questions?

- No. Why don't you answer?

- I will.

I think the answer is

something fishy's going on up there!

I'm wet as a herring,

Mrs. Whatever-your-name-is...

...and I don't have a place to sleep tonight.

And I don't want to blow

my last few bucks on a hotel!

According to my non-waterproof watch...

...it's at least 12:20 and technically

that apartment belongs to me.

Do I come up there now

and we discuss this amicably...

...or do I storm the place in the morning?

I've got a gun! I'll use it if I have to!

Change? You got change for $1? Goddamn it!

I got a pregnant wife in the lobby.

I just want change...

We're in trouble, right?

We're not in trouble. We have our rights.

Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

What's the other tenth?

Shut up.

- Is that the last tenth?

- Go to bed. I will handle this.

Hello?

I called the 37th Precinct.

There's no Charles D'Agostino in Homicide.

Then I called Rita Scott,

an actress friend...

...who was in The Merchant of Venice

with Tony DeForrest.

Rita told me about a girl Tony's living with,

Paula McFadden...

...a former dancer

and her 10-year-old daughter.

She also told me that the apartment

is leased in the name of Tony DeForrest.

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