The Naked City Page #4

Yes. A blonde girl.

Very handsome. I remember now.

Dexter.

You from the local precinct, Officer?

- Homicide.

- Oh, don't tell me that girl murdered someone.

- Someone murdered her.

- What?

- When?

- Last night sometime.

What do you want to know?

Well, whatever you can tell me about her.

She needed a good spanking.

Took stimulants by day

and needed sleeping pills at night.

I told her to go slow,

but, no, life was too short for her.

Can you tell me anything

about the way she lived, her friends?

No. Nothing.

I saw her only that one visit.

Well, I guess that's all, Doc.

Thank you.

The dress shop is next, Halloran.

Grace Hewitt's on West 57th Street.

Imagine me in that.

I can't imagine.

In the Waldorf-Astoria,

with Franky singin'.

I can't imagine.

Oh, you! You're so uncooperative

I could slam you.

Somewhere in the back

ofher pretty head...

was the fixed notion that

she couldn't be happy without being rich.

I don't think Jean ever would have married

unless the man had money - real money.

Why did you fire her?

Gentlemen sometimes

come here with their wives.

When Jean Dexter modeled, many of them

left my shop a little too interested in her.

Their wives didn't like it.

- And neither did I.

- I see.

Mmm, can I talk to her friend now -

the model you spoke about?

Ruth Morrison?

Yes, I'll call her.

- It's gettin' late. We better go.

- So what if we're late?

- The boss'll holler.

- Let him holler. Strengthen his lungs.

Miss Morrison, I understand

you modeled with Jean Dexter.

Do you know anybody

who has cause to dislike her?

- No.

- How about Mrs. Henderson?

Who's she?

Well, Mr. Henderson and Miss Dexter

are quite friendly, aren't they?

She never told me

of a man named Henderson.

- Are you sure?

- Really, Mr. Halloran. Jean's my friend.

I don't think I want to answer any more questions

unless you tell me why you're asking them.

She was found dead this morning.

Hey! Look at the whale!

A whale should stay underwater!

Hey!

I'll slayya!

I'll cut your heads off!

- Stop, you cowards!

- Such language!

In front of a police station too.

Ah, you -

No report yet on fingerprints...

and, uh, Constantino's on his way

to Lakewood to see the girl's parents.

Um -

Got Frank Niles, Lieutenant.

Have him in.

Thank you for coming down, Mr. Niles.

I'm Lieutenant Muldoon.

Bring Mr. Niles a chair.

This is Sergeant Miller.

How do you do?

I've, uh, never been in

a police station before.

- Why'd you want to see me, Lieutenant?

-Just a routine check on something.

Did you ever run

across a girl named, uh, Dexter?

Jean Dexter?

Why, yes. We're good friends.

- And how long have you known her?

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