Wait Until Dark Page #3

Spread out the rug.

Trouble.

Trouble.

-Hi, Susy. Hey.

-Hi, Shatner.

Let me help you with that mess.

Oh, you're a lovely cavalier,

only don't tell Sam you helped me.

l'm supposed to be learning

total self-sufficiency.

Why don't you come down

for a drink tonight?

l can't. l'm off to Vermont for

a couple of days of chasing stretch pants.

By the way, l haven't been able

to get in touch with our slumlord all day.

And my skylight's still broken.

-lf you see him--

-We never see him.

He's owed us a new refrigerator since we

moved in, so he doesn't come around.

Don't let it get you down.

Have a good weekend.

On Monday, we'll form a tenants committee

or something jazzy like that.

Some committee. Me, you, Sam,

Gloria and her mother.

Oh, well.

-Ciao.

-Ciao.

-Susy?

-No, Batman.

-Safe to open the door?

-All right.

-You want to give me a hand, darling?

-Sure.

Who are you doing?

Gloria.

She's been after me for weeks

to take some pictures.

l promised l'd have these done.

l've got to go to Asbury Park--

-Asbury Park? l thought you--

-Sorry, l only found out this second.

That's all right. l was just

planning something silly.

-Will it hold till tomorrow?

-Sure.

Someone called from the chemical company.

They saw my Sunday Times spread.

They want me to make their new factory

look like the U.N.

Another night shot.

They're paying handsomely.

That's the last one.

-Can l go with you?

-Sure, but l'll--

Be home much quicker if you don't.

You know there was a murder

around here last night?

They found the body this morning.

A lady from Scarsdale.

l heard it on the radio.

So?

What if l get chopped up in little pieces

and dumped in the river?

Little tiny pieces that nobody

could ever recognize...

...as having been a poor,

defenseless, blind lady...

...whose husband was off in Asbury Park.

-You're not listening, Sammy.

-Sure l am.

Why don't we have some light

around here?

They're always finding bodies in New York.

Not in the parking lot

practically next door, they don't.

-You're making it up, Susy.

-No, l'm not. l promise.

l told you l heard it on the radio.

Really, l did.

Come on, Susy.

The police don't have

the first notion who did it.

Pretty spooky, don't you think, Sammy?

Tell you what l think.

l think it's a ploy to make me stay home.

Well, there was a murdered woman

found from Scarsdale...

...and that's a true fact.

And you're afraid for your life,

that's a true fact?

No, but it was worth a try.

Fourteen.

-You sure he'll go?

-Yeah.

-He'd better hurry or he'll miss the bus.

-He's got time.

This is some day for a schlep

out to Asbury Park.

-When does your bus leave?

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