Somewhere in the Night Page #3

but that ain't Cravat.

Well, maybe you could ask around.

Maybe some of the other boys

would know him.

Could be.

I'll, uh, ask around, Mr. -

Taylor. George Taylor.

I'll ask around, Mr. Taylor.

You forgot to knock.

I can explain

if you'll let me.

Out.

Not right now.

- Get out of here.

- I'm sorry.

- Suppose I yell the roof off.

- Then I'd have to stop you.

I bet you'd try,

at that.

You know, I can't make up my mind whether

this is a pitch or you're some kind of a nut.

- But if this is your idea of a

pitch, then I know you're a nut.

- Who owns this place?

- Who wants to know?

- I do.

This and a half a dozen other spots are owned by

a very nice guy named Mel Phillips.

He keeps me working.

Have you got a match?

He must keep

a lot of people working.

All kinds of people.

Sure. Busboys, waiters,

captains, cooks.

Characters that sit around

on barstools waiting for me.

- Is that supposed to make sense?

- What do you think?

In about two minutes, a bouncer is

coming back in here with no sense of humor.

He's a foot bigger than you in all directions.

That's what I think.

"Christy darling,

by the time you get this, I'll be Mrs. Larry Cravat.

Mary."

Thank you.

How terribly gauche of me.

- Not at all.

- Do you happen to know when Larry will be back?

- Larry who?

- Thompson. Larry Thompson.

He's my uncle.

He lives just down the hall.

- Sorry. I don't.

- I couldn't be more fche.

After all, a lady shouldn't have to wait

at all for a gentlemen - even her uncle.

Much less in a public hallway

with no place to sit down...

to wait for Larry.

There's a place to sit down

in my room.

How nice of you

to suggest it.

This is rather exciting.

Unconventional, to say the least.

Haven't you got

a French word for it?

Should we just abandon convention

and introduce ourselves?

- My name's Phyllis.

- Phyllis what?

Oh, I imagine

it's one of those things.

Rich, high-class family

wouldn't want it known...

their daughter waited

around crummy hotel halls.

- Is that it?

- Well, that's putting it a little crudely.

Not too rich

and high-class.

A compact that cost three bucks tops,

a torn hem on your skirt...

a matchfolder that says

you eat at a cheap cafeteria...

and you weren't waiting

for anybody but me.

Unless you can see through a door.

You should have thought of that when I closed it.

So, what goes?

You know, there's been

a terrible shortage of men.

Yeah. So we heard

in the Pacific.

This war must have been

murder on you poor women.

We used to cry

our eyes out about it.

So, when I heard there was

a man in 618-

- You thought he might know where Larry was.

- Yeah.

Only there isn't any Larry. It's just a name

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