Chicago Deadline Page #5

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I know that, sir.

Unless you really have something.

We drop it.

Simply because this girl once knew a few prominent people...

Se we forget that when you mention the name Rosita Jean D'Ur

people run and hide, check out of hotels...

And we aren't even curious about why they do that.

Who runs and hides?

Anyone I ask about her.

Look at Temple. Why is he here?

Because he's afraid he might get his name might be linked up

with some dame nobody ever heard of?

Don't be silly.

How do you find these people?

I have visions.

Adams!

Look, Mr. Howard. I don't like privileged people.

And I don't like being kicked around.

So far I've just been digging.

But I'm beginning to get a pretty dirty smell

in both of my nostrils.

Ed, without the paper behind you

you're no better than any other witness.

Okay, if you want to look like the big clown of all times,

go ahead, pinch me.

I'll talk to you later, Adams.

Yes, sir.

Well, Howard, if you can't control this man

perhaps the publisher can.

Yes?

Boss, that was no act. I meant what I said.

Give me a break, will you?

Stall them until I can talk to you.

Er... I'm afraid I'll have to break the appointment,

Miss Lee.

Yeah, I'm going to be a bit busy here for some time.

Thanks, boss.

It's Rosita, isn't it?

Yes.

Thanks.

Look, Tommy, I can get names, dates and facts easily,

enough to write a story.

But that's not going to tell Rosita's side of it.

On the other hand, if you talk a little,

I'll give her every break I can.

How about the chance to make her warm,

human, alive?

Instead of a dame with the wrong people.

How do I know I can trust you?

I saw her just a few minutes after she died, Tommy.

She was your sister, wasn't she?

Yes.

Were you born here in Chicago?

Yes.

Live here all your life?

No, my father died when we were kids

and we moved away.

Amarillo, Texas.

How did you know?

Is your mother still alive, Tommy?

No.

Have you a picture of Rosita?

This was taken, oh, years ago.

Just before she was married.

Tell me about Amarillo.

There isn't much, we had a little ranch outside of town.

Rosita didn't like it there. She ran away.

She was only about seventeen.

My mother and I were crazy, wondering and worrying about her.

Then we got a letter from her. She was in San Francisco.

She had a job there.

That's where this picture was taken in Frisco.

I went up there as soon as we heard from her

She was a pretty kid, wasn't she?

More than that.

There was something about her, always.

I don't know what it was.

Sort of a challenge to every man she'd meet.

But then, she looked so young...

That's what hit me first when I found her.

In Frisco?

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