Black Angel Page #3

by the song "Heartbreak."

He's always playing it.

Oh, thank you.

Well, I have to get back.

I'm late. See you later.

Excuse me.

You'll find him

right across the street

at the Palace.

But if I was you,

I wouldn't bother him

this early in the morning.

Not unless it's important.

Oh, but it is... very.

Thank you.

Right through

that door there, lady.

I'm looking

for the clerk.

I haven't seen him.

Anything I can do?

Does a man named Marty Blair

live here?

Who? Oh!

"Heartbreak," huh?

What do you want

of him?

I want to talk to him.

Well, I wouldn't

disturb him if I was you.

He likes to sleep late.

Oh, please.

Uh, this is, uh, important.

Which is his room?

Right there.

[Chuckling]

He had a bad night.

Bolt. Bolt.

Marty.

Marty Blair.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you

about Mavis.

I don't know anything...

about anything.

Get out of here, will ya?

No, please.

You've got to help me.

I have to know.

She's dead.

That's all there is to know.

But wait, l...

What are you

bothering me for?

I'm Mrs. Kirk Bennett.

Mrs. Kirk Bennett.

So you're the one

he left sitting at home.

Some guys

are never satisfied.

I had to see you.

Why?

Because I had a wife

who needed killing,

and you had a husband

who took care of it?

She didn't give you

a very fair deal, did she?

You weren't exactly

dealt a handful of aces.

And stop feeling sorry for me.

I don't go for that stuff.

Feeling pretty sorry

for yourself, aren't you?

I've been on one,

if that's what you mean.

Ever since...

Ever since?

The night she was killed...

when I saw your husband go in.

You were there?

Yeah.

Outside.

And you didn't

go in?

Not a chance.

I was given the brush-off

by a very large doorman.

So, I found a saloon,

and then another,

and I kept on

finding them.

Please. You've got

to tell me more...

who her friends were...

who might have been

in her apartment.

Why don't you ask the police

or your husband?

He seemed to know

the password.

Please, no one else

can help me.

You're the only one.

I don't know anything

about anything.

I suppose you don't even know

why she was playing your song.

I don't know any...

My song?

"Heartbreak."

That night.

She was playing it.

Uh-uh.

No, she wouldn't.

Not "Heartbreak."

You're crazy.

Maybe.

Maybe someone else

was playing it for her.

Maybe you!

Don't give me that!

I didn't see her.

It was your song.

You were playing it

just before you...

You've got it all figured out.

You were in her apartment.

Admit it. You strangled her.

Hey!

What's going on in here?

She's Bennett's wife.

We were talking,

but we've finished.

No, we haven't.

Forget it.

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