The Seventh Victim Page #2

...you've got to go to the police.

What do you think

people pay taxes for?

It ain't just to keep us chasing

after crooks and regulating traffic.

We're supposed to help everybody.

Now, you've got to go to the police

about your sister, miss.

I've had some experience

with the Bureau of Missing Persons...

Yeah. Well, Mr. Hoag...

...lost persons are the concern

of the Missing Persons Bureau.

You stick to your poetry.

You're the poet, Jason.

Well, in a way that makes everything

my business, doesn't it?

- Were you going to make a suggestion?

- Yes.

I was going to ask you

to look into your own heart.

Do you really want to find your sister?

Oh, my Jason.

Always laughing,

always joking to help others.

He's a good boy, miss.

He just talks that way.

I'm a good boy, but no one

listens to what I say.

Now, you do what I tell you...

...and go to the Missing Persons Bureau

for your sister.

- Lf you'll give me the address.

- Certainly.

- She was only 16.

- Had she ever run away before?

- What did he have on when last seen?

- He went out without his hat or his coat.

It's very cold for such an old man.

Any identifying marks or characteristics?

Scars, amputation, tattoo marks,

speech impediments?

No, none.

Sign here.

Any further details?

She sold her business about

eight months ago to Mrs. Esther Redi.

What relation are you

to the missing person?

Sister.

Sign here.

Excuse me. I'm Irving August.

Private investigator.

I think I can help you.

Here's my card.

The name may not mean

anything to you...

...but say the word and

I'll have her in 48 hours.

- Can you?

- Look, sister.

Manhattan is only nine miles long

and four and a half miles wide.

I ain't never been off it.

I know it like...

Like you know your own back yard.

Now you just get me a small retainer,

say, 50 bucks...

...and I get your sister. I guarantee it.

- I haven't any money right now...

...but I'll get a job and...

- Lady, this kind of work costs money.

I gotta cover all the hospitals,

the morgue.

That's the first place you gotta go

and it ain't pleasant, the morgue.

- You know who I am, August?

- Sure, I do.

Then you know if I give you a little advice,

it'll be good advice.

- Yeah, sure.

- That girl was looking...

...for Jacqueline Gibson.

If I were you, I'd forget it.

Okay, Mr. Radeau. It's forgot.

Hey, Danny, get me the file

on Jacqueline Gibson, will you?

- Whom do you wish to see?

- Mr. Gregory Ward, please.

- And what is it about, Miss Gibson?

- A personal matter.

- I was given Mr. Ward's name.

- May I ask who gave you his name?

The morgue.

Do you feel all right?

I feel like an idiot,

fainting in a stranger's office.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes