The Dark Corner Page #6

- No more buts.

Just tell me when we can go.

It must be soon.

Perhaps tomorrow.

I have some business

I have to take care of first.

I'll let you know.

(door buzzer)

(buzzer sounds insistently)

(thud)

- Hi, Tony.

- Hello, Brad.

Still catering to the female trade.

Take it easy, Tony.

What do you want here?

I'm just delivering a message

from me to you.

Lay off. Keep that tail off me.

- Stop playing me for a clay pigeon.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

I'll explain in simple terms.

Like a two-year term for manslaughter.

I kept remembering that pretty face of yours,

Jardine, all the time I was in hock.

If you're not sharp,

you're not gonna have that pretty face.

You're not gonna have any face at all.

I haven't hired a tail.

And I haven't been after you.

I didn't even know you were out.

And that's on the level.

You on the level? Why, for six bits

you'd hang your mother on a meat hook.

(knocks telephone, bell rings)

Hello, operator? I want the police. Hurry.

(breathes heavily)

That's nice lipstick, baby -

whoever you are.

But you're wasting it on the wrong guy.

(police siren)

- Darling, who was it?

- No one you know.

- I phoned the police.

- You what?

The police. They'll be here in a minute.

Don't you realise they'll find you here? Come

on. Go out the back way. Through the kitchen.

(door buzzer)

(door rattling/knocking)

- What's going on around here?

- Nothing, officer. What can I do for you?

- We got a call at the station.

- Why, that's absurd. I was alone. Reading.

A woman phoned in.

You read pretty rugged stuff.

- Who's the guy? Her husband?

- No.

Look, forget about the dame. Who's the guy?

Look, we got a report to make. If you don't

talk here, we'll have to take you downtown.

- Officer, can't we discuss this...?

- What's his name?

His name is Galt.

Bradford Galt.

"Galt, Bradford."

"Fight. Apartment 204."

- You forgot your hat.

- Thanks.

- Are you all right?

- Perfect.

Your coat's torn.

You oughta see the other guy.

- May I come up?

- Sure.

Well? What happened?

We talked.

One thing led to another,

and he led with his right.

- After that he stopped talking.

- Mm-hm.

Where did that get you?

Nowhere. But I feel a lot better.

Come on over here where you belong.

Oh. No, thank you.

If you're feeling that much better,

I think I'd better go home now.

What about that maternal instinct?

That doesn't work after sundown.

You sew a nice seam.

You got any other talents?

I can cook.

Isn't my Turner divine?

Look at it. It grows on you.

You make it sound like a species of fungus.

Oh! Don't run away, Hardy.

You promised to show me that new Raphael.

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