The Killer That Stalked New York Page #6
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1950
- 79 min
- 104 Views
of the people in the Kowalski neighborhood.
- Anything at all?
- Not a thing.
Okay, thanks. I'll take these
to the Commissioner myself.
- How'd you do?
- We finally caught up with that circus.
In Canarsie. All healthy. All vaccinated.
- Any leads from this end?
- No, nothing yet.
Maybe there's nothing
That's wishful thinking.
Don't forget, whoever made Walda sick
Maybe he's through roaming.
Maybe he's dead.
- Hiya, honey. Expecting someone?
- Turn that thing down, can't you?
I like music with my work
and you should, too,
seeing as how your husband
makes his living at it.
Only he ain't been around lately, has he?
- Nobody's asking you.
- Okay, I talk to myself.
- He'll be back.
- Oh, sure. Sure he will.
Only I ain't waiting that long for the rent.
- What do you want?
- My rent.
I'm expecting some money.
If it's coming in a package, forget about it.
It got here two days ago.
Come, now, you ain't that dumb.
You don't know what he's up to?
He ran out on you, gave you the gate.
Sure.
Men like him are all alike, I know.
I don't understand, Willie.
What did he say before he left?
- Nothing. Just that he was quitting.
- Well, he must have said something.
He just didn't leave
without saying where he was going.
Look, I got piano players coming and going.
He just wouldn't walk out on me, not Matt.
He must have had a reason.
Your sister. The nice kid
- You're a liar.
- She met him here every evening.
Well, I told her to...
I told her to keep an eye on him.
She did better. She gave him the eye.
- What's the hurry?
- Let me go.
Your job's waiting for you.
You can sing those torch songs to me.
Sheila.
It's good to see you up again.
I was just about to get back to the office.
How's the job coming?
Swell, except the timekeeper's
still trying to date me.
I stopped off there to see you.
They told me you quit a week ago.
All right, I did.
Why did you lie?
Because I knew
you'd go into one of your routines.
- Look, Sheila, I'm not a kid any longer.
- You'll never grow up.
Maybe I will, if you'll quit
trying to tell me how to live.
You don't need anybody anymore.
You learned a lot of things while I was away.
Even cooking.
You get to learn a lot
when you're on your own.
Like running around with married men?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Willie does.
- He had to tell me about you and Matt.
- You're not going to believe him?
Where is Matt?
Isn't he with you?
- You know he's not.
- When did he leave?
He left two days ago.
Why does it shock you?
Is it because you thought
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