Scarlet Street

HURDY GURDY MUSIC

WHISTLE BLOWS REPEATEDLY

MUSIC STOPS

VOICES SINGING

# For he's a jolly good fellow

# For he's a jolly good fellow

# Which nobody can deny

# Which nobody can deny Which nobody can deny

# For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow

# For he's a jolly good fellow

# Which nobody can deny! #

VOICES SHOUT HAPPILY WAITER WHISPERS

Well, boys, I hate to break up a good party, but you can't keep a woman waiting. You know how it is!

That's right, J J!

I can see you all understand, all right! LAUGHTER

Believe you me, boys, I've had the time of my life! Speaking of time,

I have here a 14-carat, 17-jewel timepiece.

And that's only right because the man I'm giving it to is a 14-carat, 17-jewel cashier!

ALL: Hear! Hear!

Pass it along to him, boys!

Oh, wonderful!

Read what's engraved inside, Chris!

"To my friend Christopher Cross...

"in token of 25 years of faithful service

"from J J Hogarth. 1909 - 1934."

Speech! Speech!

Speak Up! Come on, Chris!

Well, I, er...

I hardly know what to say, J J.

This, er... Why, it's beautiful.

I-I never expected to own a watch like this.

No, sir, I... Well...

All I can say is that we've got the best boss in New York.

# For he's a jolly good fellow

# For he's a jolly good fellow

# For he's a jolly good fellow

# And nobody can deny! #

Congratulations, old boy! Congratulations!

Thank you, Chris. Thank you, my old friend. God bless you.

-Thank you.

-Have a smoke before I go.

Well, I-I-I don't usually...

Go ahead and try it. It's made especially for me. Dollar a piece.

-You're not superstitious, are you, Chris?

-No, no. No, sir.

Don't break up a good party just because I've got to go. Everything is charged to J J.

ALL: Thanks! Drink all you want.

Only don't come in late Monday morning with a hangover!

Don't worry, we won't!

Goodnight, boys! ALL: Goodnight, J J!

THEY TALK AMONGST THEMSELVES

I'll treasure this for the rest of my life.

< Hey, fellas, look! Look! Come here!

Get a load of that dame!

That's J J's wife? THEY ALL LAUGH

The boss is stepping out!

If I had the dough he's got, I'd step out too!

Ah! Nothing like the smell of spring.

-Which way do you go, Chris?

-I'll take the East Side subway, gets me to Brooklyn a little quicker.

-You haven't got an umbrella. I'll take you to your bus.

-That's out of your way.

-I don't mind walking -

fresh air, spring!

Hey! I'm a little drunk!

Well, never mind, I'll catch the next one. You go on to the subway.

I don't mind waiting. I feel kind of lonely tonight.

Say, Charlie, do you suppose J J is running around with that young lady?

It looks that way.

I-I-I wonder what it's like.

-What, Chris?

-Well, to be loved by a young girl like that.

Nobody ever looked at me like that. Not even when I was young.

When we're young we have dreams that never pan out, but we go on dreaming.

When I was young, I wanted to be an artist. I dreamt I would be a great painter some day. So I'm a cashier!

-Do you stil paint?

-Yes, every Sunday.

-That's one way to kill time.

-Sunday is one day of the week that I don't like. I never know what to do with myself.

-Come over tomorrow.

Thanks, I'll do that.

-Goodnight, Chris.

-Goodnight, Charlie, see you tomorrow.

-Hm, stopped raining.

-Yeah, a half hour ago.

-Which way is it to the East Side subway?

-Round the corner, four blocks.

-Thank you, officer. These streets are all mixed up in Greenwich Village!

Is he hurt?

-I'll go call a policeman!

-No, wait!

Wait!

Officer!

Officer!

-Where did he go?

-In that direction!

-What does he look like?

-I don't know.

-I didn't see his face.

-He took 15, then began pushing me around. This gentleman knocked him down.

-He was right there!

-He got up and ran.

-Wait here.

-Come on, let's get out of here.

-We have to wait for the officer!

-I don't want to get my name in the newspaper, do you?!

-The news...

We'll have to make a complaint and when they make an arrest, they send detectives to your house!

-Won't you take me home?

-Why, yes...

If you...think that, er...

Well, here's where I live.

I'm sorry I can't ask you to come up, but I share my apartment with another girl - Millie.

Goodnight and thanks for everything.

-Er...don't you want a cup of coffee?

-..All right.

# Come to me my melancholy baby

# Cuddle up and don't be blue

# All your fears are foolish fancy... #

-Hello, Kitty.

-Hello, Tiny. This is Mr, er...

-Cross.

-Glad to know you.

-How do you do?

-..You seen Johnny?

No...not since he left here.

-Two coffees, please.

-I could stand a drink. ..A Rum Collins.

-One Rum Collins?

-Yes, yes.

-Oh, come on! Keep me company!

Well, er, you see, I've already had a good deal of champagne.

-You want champagne?

-Oh, no! No.

Make mine the same.

Ever since I first saw you, I was wondering what your name was.

-Kitty.

-It's really Kat...

..Katherine.

Katherine March. My friends call me Kitty.

-What do your friends call you?

-Er, Chris.

Chris...Cross.

Chris Cross!

Yes, the boys tease me about it but I don't mind.

Why are you looking at me?

Is my face dirty?

It's beautiful.

I'll bet it is!

Oh, gee! I'm a sight!

Oh, er, thank you.

Cheers, Chris.

Miss March...

Kitty.

Yes, Miss M...I mean, Kitty.

Well, er, look, Kitty...

-since I'm old enough to be your father...

-You're not so old.

-You don't think so?

-Well, you're not a boy, you're just...mature.

I like mature people.

Well, I wanted to say...you shouldn't be alone in the street so late at night.

I was coming home from work.

-You work this late?

-Mm-hm.

What do you do?

Guess.

-You're an actress.

-Oh, you are clever!

Now tell me about yourself!

-What do you do?

-I?

I, er... Well, you see...

No, don't tell me! You work in a bank?

-No.

-Well, let's see.

Greenwich Village is full of artists. I meet you in Greenwich Village... You must be an artist!

-Right?

-Well, I, er...

Yes, yes, I paint.

Of course, you're a painter!

-To think I took you for a cashier!

-Well...

You know those art galleries on 5th Avenue, the prices they charge!

I saw one little picture that cost 50,000!

They call it a...Seezanne.

-Cezanne. Oh, he was a great French painter. I'd like to own that painting.

-You would?

Mm.

For 50,000?!

You can't put any price on masterpieces like that.

They're worth whatever you can afford to pay for them.

I bet I saw your pictures there and didn't know it!

-Next time I'll look for your name.

-Oh, no, no, no.

I don't sell my pictures.

-Not in New York, you mean?

-No, I...

-I know!

I bet you sell your pictures in Europe! France or some place!

I bet you get as much for your pictures in France as those Frenchmen get here in New York!

-Well...

-You're never appreciated in your own country.

Well, that's one way of looking at it.

But when I paint, I don't think of money. I just paint for fun.

-Fun?

-I think it's the most fun I know, painting.

I wish I had all the time to paint.

-Don't you have time?

-Oh, no... Well, yes...

You see, I, er... Well, you know, business takes a lot of time.

No wonder when you've got all that money.

What play are you acting in?

-It closed tonight.

-Which one?

-The one I was in. What time is it?

Oh, er...

-It's only 10 past 2.

-Only?! It's time for Kitty to be in bed!

So you won't forget me.

Thank you.

-Can I see you again?

-Sure. Some time.

-Give me your telephone num...

-Haven't got a phone.

-May I write you?

-That's the address. Goodnight, Chris.

-..Who's Johnny?

Why do you ask that?

I heard you ask the bartender.

Oh, sure. He's just a fellow I know. He's Millie's boyfriend. You know - the girl I live with. Goodnight.

Goodnight, Kitty.

DOORBELL RINGS

Christopher!

DOORBELL RINGS AGAIN

Christopher!

Yes, Adele.

Well, well, this is a pleasure.

I didn't expect to see you, Charlie.

But, Chris, you asked me...

My wife. Well, it's good to see you anyway!

Say, that was a swell party last night, wasn't it, Charlie?

What time did we go home - after midnight, wasn't it?

-You know, I haven't been to bed yet.

-You haven't?

-I guess I'm not as old as I thought I was!

-No, no.

I've got to do the dishes for Adele. You don't mind, do you?

No, no, go right ahead.

Say, did you paint this?

Great scot, no! That isn't painting, that's mud! Done by a photographer.

-Who is it?

-The, er, late departed.

-Oh. Your wife's former husband.

-Detective Sergeant Higgins.

-Homer Higgins.

-Say, that's a real medal.

Yeah. Adele got it.

Your wife?

Yeah. After he was drowned in the East River.

Jumped in to save a woman.

-Neither body was found.

-Oh.

Too bad.

Yeah. Too bad.

Oh, thank you.

How long have you been married, Chris?

Five years.

Well, er, she didn't want to spend his insurance money so she rented out the spare room.

Only 4 a week. I was trying to save money to buy paints and I moved in.

Oh, she was sweet.

Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

And, er...

Well, you know how these things go.

-Smoke?

-Oh...

I guess another time.

Where are your paintings, Chris?

-They're out in the hall. Would you like to see what I did today?

-Yes!

Where did you find a flower like that?

-You mean...you see this when you look at that?

-Well, yes.

That is, I sort of feel it.

-You see, when I look at that flower, I...

-Agh!

Is there any privacy in this house?!

I'm sorry, Adele.

We'd better get out of here.

All right, Adele.

# ..Cuddle up and don't be blue

# All your fears are foolish fancy, maybe

# You know, dear, that I'm in love... In love... In love... #

RECORD STICKS

-Care to get those lazy legs off that couch?

-Come here.

-Can't you do any better than that?!

-That's all you think about.

What else is there to think about?

-If you want more heat in this apartment, you'll have to call a janitor.

-You idiot.

-How come you're holding out on me?

-Oh, stop talking about Saturday night!

-I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about this.

Sounds like a schoolboy trying to make a date. You must be robbing the cradle!

-What's so funny?

-YOU are! He's old enough to be my father!

He's the old fellow who came to my rescue Saturday night! My hero!

-No kidding!

-See? You were too tight to remember anything!

-If I hadn't told the cop to go in the wrong direction, he'd have picked you up.

-This the old fella who butted in?

-The painter?

-He's rich and famous and very sweet too, Johnny.

-He doesn't pull any rough stuff like you.

-I had a chance to clean up in a crap game! I only needed 50 bucks!

What did you show up with? 15!

That's all I had! Besides, you kept me waiting two hours in the rain!

-And then you gave me a dirty look.

-I did not!

Any girl who waits two hours in the rain for a guy is gonna give him a dirty look.

Trouble with you, baby, is you have no imagination.

What do you expect me to do?

I expect you to use your brain.

This chump is crazy about ya!

-This is a set-up. He's in the big money, isn't he?

-Mm-hm.

Here I am, knocking my brains out, trying to raise a little capital and this is right in your lap.

You don't have to call whatsisname and get a measly 50.

This bird is goofy about ya.

-Write him. Date him up.

-I can't take money off an old man like that!

Get big hearted and smart, lazy legs.

I see fellas in the big dough without half my brains, but ability isn't enough.

You gotta have money to make money. Capital.

-The boys in the Acme Garage'll cut me in if I can put up the money.

-How much do they want?

-Oh, three or four thousand.

-Yikes!

-I'm not talking about chicken feed!

Use your imagination. You get an interest in a business like that

and it's a cinch to squeeze out your partner and you're on Easy Street.

-Jeepers! The pipe dreams you have.

-Now, what about the letter?

-I can get 50 or 100, but not the kind of money you're talking about! I wouldn't know how!

-Ah!

Johnny? Johnny, where are you going?

-Where I won't be wasting my time!

-Johnny!

Johnny.

-Oh, I don't know why I'm so crazy about you.

-Oh, yes, you do.

What about my proposition?

You don't have to tap the old chump for much, not at first.

We'll get you a decent apartment, some place where I'd like to come and see ya, not a dump like this.

Well, lazy legs?

-May I come into my own apartment?

-Hello, funny face.

Why don't you just move in, then I can move out?

-Stop picking on my fiance.

-How do you spell that word?

-With an f, like in funny face.

-She pays half the rent, doesn't she?

-That was the general idea when we signed the lease!

I don't mind if you want this place to yourself. ..Do you, baby?

-What does he mean by that?

-Oh, nothing! You know Johnny!

Yeah, I know Johnny, all right! Has he bought that engagement ring yet?

You worry more about it than I do!

The new 45 model. Rogers let me have it for 18.

-Said he made a profit at that.

-I thought you were modelling girdles for the catalogue.

-I have been. Oh!

I ache like a dog.

If corsets ever come back, I swear I'll quit modelling.

Why don't you go back to work?

-That figure. If you weren't so darn lazy.

-Who do you think you are?

-My guardian angel?

-Not me, honey.

-I lost those wings a long time ago.

-That's what I thought.

No wonder you got fired - you're so darn snippy!

You never could get to work on time after you met that Johnny.

Honey, what's happened to you?

Don't you wish it could happen to you? I'm in love. Crazy in love!

-With a man that pushes you around.

-Leave Johnny out of this!

-You could get any man you want!

-But there's only one I want.

-And he's making a tramp out of you!

-You wouldn't know love if it hit you in the face!

-If that's where it hits you, you ought to know!

MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY

BIRDS SING SWEETLY

That robin sings just like I feel. Look, there's a pair of them up there, building their nest.

HE WHISTLES

Say, where'd you learn that?

When I was a kid. I bet I haven't done that in 40 years.

I feel like a kid myself today.

-Sold any pictures lately?

-Uh-uh.

-Why don't you paint my picture?

I'd like to. Could I bring my easel to your apartment?

My girlfriend wouldn't like that. How long does it take to paint a picture?

Sometimes a day, sometimes a year.

-You can't tell, it has to grow.

-I never knew paint could grow!

Feeling grows. That's the important thing - feeling.

Nobody ever taught me how to draw, so I just put a line around what I feel when I look at things.

-Yeah, I see.

-It's like, er, it's like falling in love, I guess.

You know...first you see someone and then it keeps growing and...

-Till you can't think of anyone else.

-That's interesting.

The way I look at things, that's all art is. Every painting, if it's any good, is a love affair.

I never heard anyone talk like that before.

Oh, well, there aren't many people you can talk to this way,

so you keep it to yourself. You walk round with everything bottled up.

Yeah, that's right. That's the way it is with me, too.

I'm sort of keeping things bottled up too, Chris.

The truth is, I'm in a jam.

-You, Kitty?

-You've probably guessed it, I'm broke.

Even this dress belongs to Millie. I can't pay my rent.

Well, how much is it?

Oh, forget it. I shouldn't have told you.

-It'll spoil your day.

-But, Kitty...

I couldn't take anything from you.

-No... Yes... I mean...

-No, no, I couldn't.

-I've never taken money from a man and I'm not going to now. And I'm not going to spoil our friendship.

-But...

-I couldn't pay you back.

-Oh...

Chris!

Maybe I could pay you back!

If you put up the money for a studio apartment, I'd have a place to live and you could paint there!

You could paint my portrait.

What's the matter?

-Don't you want to paint my picture?

-There's something I've got to tell you, Kitty.

-What?

I deceived you. I lied.

I'm a married man, Kitty.

Why didn't you tell me, Chris?

You know I'm not the kind of girl to run around with a married man?!

You know what you said about meeting someone,

how you begin to like them and you can't think about anybody else?

You should have told me you had a wife, Chris.

Yes, but I'm not in love with her.

-You married her.

-I was lonely. I couldn't stand my loneliness.

Poor Chris.

-You're not angry with me?

-I suppose I ought to be, but...I'm not.

Not with you, Chris.

-I'm going to let you help me.

-How much do you need?

-500.

500...

I need 500. I could pay it back 10 a week.

That's all right, Mr Cross, but you'll have to have a co-signer.

-A property owner.

-Property owner?

-Just a formality.

-Thank you very much.

-Any time.

Why can't that old skinflint Hogarth give you a raise?! You don't even make enough money to buy me a radio.

I have to run downstairs every night to listen to the radio! The way I have to scrimp and save

and you wasting money on paints!

Poor dear Homer. If only he had a grave where I could put some flowers.

You couldn't even ask me to marry you. I had to put the words into your mouth! I was better off a widow.

I only put up with you because I'm married to you! I'm stuck!

Yes, and I'm stuck too.

-Have you been drinking?!

-No, I haven't.

-Let me smell your breath.

No. Then what's the matter with you? Why are you shouting at me?

You keep blaming me for not buying you a radio.

-You think I like running downstairs every night?

-You have money to buy a radio.

-His insurance money?!

-I don't want a radio, YOU want it.

-Those bonds are for my old age.

If Homer were alive, I'd have a radio. He made a good salary. He gave me a good home.

-You're living in the same apartment.

-Yes, but it didn't smell of paint!

I can't sleep for the smell of paint. And all your silly pictures cluttering up the hall.

Get rid of that trash or I'll give it to the junk man!

-Adele!

-I will.

I swear I will. And the things you paint!

-It was bad enough when you copied picture postcards.

-Utrillo copies postcards and he is a great painter!

Now I suppose you're copying Utrillo or whatever his name is! They're getting crazier all the time!

I saw what you're doing. Girls.

Snakes. Next thing, you'll be painting women without clothes!

-I never saw a woman without any clothes!

-I should hope not!

KNOCKING

The Happy Household Hour - just coming on, dear.

I'll be right down, Dora. Mr Cross came home late.

Go ahead and eat. And then do the dishes.

-RADIO:

-'The Happy Household Hour..."

-DOOR SLAMS

-'..brought to you by Happy Hour Bubble Suds.

'No soap gives you more washings and more suds per package than Happy Hour Bubble Suds.

'Ask your nearest grocer for the large, economy-size package today.

'Now for the next episode of Hilda's Hope For Happiness.

-'As you remember, we left Hilda...'

-INTERFERENCE ON RADIO

Christopher!

Christopher!

What are you doing?

I was, er, looking for the paper.

Are you blind?

Oh. Didn't you, er, didn't you like the radio?

It went off right in the middle of the programme! I wouldn't have such a radio.

-Did you read this?

-Read what?

-This murder in Queens.

A man killed his wife with a window weight, put the body in a trunk and shipped it to California...

I've read the paper, thank you. He didn't get away with it, did he? He'll go to the chair, as he should!

A man hasn't got a chance with these New York detectives.

Can't you put that paper down and do the dishes?

Adele?

-You didn't mean what you said about giving my paintings away to the junk man?

-You'll find out.

Well, er...you won't have to.

A friend of mine is taking an apartment in Greenwich Village. I'll move everything there.

If he's fool enough to let you do it, go ahead!

Top floor. You'll get plenty of light.

Lots of privacy. Have you heard of Tony Rivera, the illustrator?

He had this apartment on a three-year lease. Couldn't work anywhere else.

This was his studio. The sketches on the wall are Rivera's.

He'd do that with his models sometimes when working on a magazine cover.

Some people would pay a lot of money for those.

-Are you an artist?

-Uh-huh.

-Where's the bedroom?

-This way.

-What's the rent, Mr Jones?

-150.

Rivera left some things stored in the basement. They go with the apartment if you care to use them.

Here you are. Bedroom.

I don't like the wallpaper.

-Will they change the paper?

-I guess so, on a year's lease.

-I'll pick it out myself.

DOORBELL RINGS

Don't break the bank.

Hello, lazy legs.

I thought I heard the doorbell.

-HE YAWNS

-I didn't hear anything.

-Say, is this all you've got?

-I'm lucky I have that left the way you were throwing it around last night.

You even bought me a book!

You're supposed to be an actress.

Shakespeare, for Pete's sake!

Hey!

-That's all I have left.

-You know where to get more, don't you?

He hasn't sold any pictures for a long time.

And I'm in hock for all this!

Look, Kitty...

I need at least 1,000.

-Ouch!

-You got him softened up, now push him around a bit.

He seems to get scared when I talk about money.

-Listen, baby, you got him right where you want him. He's on the hook and can't get off.

-He can walk out.

-He's got a wife. Just drop a hint that his wife might find out about this apartment.

-That's blackmail.

It's only blackmail, baby, when you're dumb enough to get caught.

-KNOCKING

-Is that him?

-I told you I heard the doorbell!

-Get rid of him!

KNOCKING

KNOCKING

Why...!

-Don't you answer doorbells?

-Thought you were mad at me.

-Peace offering. Scotch.

-Thanks, honey.

I didn't think you were out. Only 10 past 12. I rang and rang downstairs.

Well, well, well!

You're doing all right for a working girl.

Don't start that again.

Don't tell me he's under the sofa too!

No, bright eyes.

You can come out, Johnny.

All you have to do is call, funny face.

Oh!

-Must have made a killing in Wall Street, Mr Prince.

-Could be.

-Last time I saw Johnny, he was talking about going to Hollywood.

-I might try it yet.

I read in a movie magazine about a fella who landed in Hollywood stone broke and cleaned up a million!

All he had was looks. And he worked in a drug store.

If he worked, Johnny, he didn't look like you.

-Oh, you two stop fighting!

-I'm not fighting, baby. She just doesn't know my speed.

I hear of movie actors getting 10,000 a week! For what? For acting tough, pushing girls in the face.

-If you're so clever, why don't you do it?

-I might, funny face. I might.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

-Chris!

-I brought over some of my things, Kitty.

I'll bring some more tomorrow, the rest on Saturday.

-Oh. You have company.

-Just Millie and Johnny.

-J...?

-Millie's boyfriend.

-I want you to meet them. ..Millie, this is a friend of mine Mr Cross. Miss Ray.

-How do you do, Miss Ray?

-Pleased to meet you, Mr Cross.

-And Johnny Prince.

-Glad to know you.

-How do you do? Seems to me I've seen you before somewhere.

-Could be.

-Could be, Mr Cross.

-Yes, I, er...

-I just don't seem to remember. Maybe I'm mistaken.

-Could be.

-Well, I have to run along.

-I'll go with you, sweetheart.

-Oh, don't bother, Johnny.

-I wouldn't think of letting you go alone. You might get run over by a streetcar.

Goodbye, Mr Cross. Nice to see you.

-Thanks for the scotch, Millie.

-That's OK. Bye.

-So long, Kitty.

-So long, Johnny.

What's the matter, Chris?

I don't think I like that young man she's in love with.

-Oh, Johnny's all right.

-I know he is or he wouldn't be your friend,

-but there's something about him...

-She's crazy about him.

Would you like to see my pictures?

Not yet. Come and sit down.

You happy?

For the first time in my life.

-Very happy?

-I think of you all the time.

All I want is to see you, be near you...

I know I haven't any right to ask you this, but have you ever...?

Well, there must have been other men who...

Just one, Chris.

You still...see him?

I've forgotten him.

Look, Kitty...if I were single...

-if I had no wife...

-But you have a wife.

-Yes, I know,

but if she...

Well, if something would happen that would make me free...

would you marry me?

Oh, let's not talk about it now, dear. I'm worried about getting a job. Living like this is expensive.

I don't like to ask you for anything more because, well, you haven't sold any pictures lately.

-Yes, but don't you have enough money...?

-You have no idea the problem money is for an actress!

Talent doesn't count. Everything is knowing the right people.

-You have to get an agent - they charge plenty - wear smart clothes, be attractive.

-But you're beautiful.

Oh, Chris... your face doesn't mean a thing.

It's clothes, perfumes, making the right impression.

-An actress needs 1,000 just to get a decent wardrobe.

-1,000?!

-At least.

Maybe I can borrow it from Millie. Or her boyfriend Johnny.

-He's got plenty of money.

-Oh. No, no.

-No, Kitty, not from Johnny.

-Why not?

I-I'll get you the money, some way.

Chris, you're a darling!

I really believe you're in love with me.

I am, Kitty, I am!

Chris! You're a caveman! I like you to like me, but...there's a limit.

-Yes, I know, but...

-BELL TOLLS

I've got to go. I'm supposed to be back. I'll come here tomorrow noon.

I'll be waiting for you. I'm sorry you have to go.

Bye-bye, dear.

-Don't forget the money.

-I'll get it.

-Bye-bye, Chris.

-Goodbye.

DOOR OPENS

I don't get it.

The poor sap must be a hophead - seeing snakes on the L.

Imagine anyone paying money for this stuff!

Say, are you sure he's not a phoney?

-Ah! He's too dumb to be a phoney!

-You're right there.

Then how'd he get all the money?

If he had to work for a living, he couldn't make 50 a week!

You just don't know art.

-Maybe not, but I'm gonna find out about it.

-I kinda like this one.

But where would you find flowers like that?

I wonder if I couldn't sell these!

-What do I do when he asks where they are?

-Say you put 'em in storage.

You gotta protect them. You can't leave valuable paintings lying around.

Any gallery'd know his work!

He tried to kiss me today.

-And don't think I liked it.

-You been kissed before.

-Say, they're not even signed!

-That doesn't matter. They'd know him.

-Not where I'd take 'em, baby.

-Johnny!

I can't stand to have anybody touch me but you.

I hate him when he looks at me like that! If he were mean or vicious, I'd like him better.

You don't love me or you'd understand what I mean.

-No?

-No.

-So?

-Well, maybe.

-Working late tonight, Mr Cross?

-I'm about through, Ben, you can let me out in a minute.

-Yes, sir.

I just caught you in time.

-Cash this for me, will you, Chris? It's personal.

-Yes, yes...

Yes, of course, JJ.

-Here you are, JJ.

-Thank you, Chris. Good night.

-Good night, JJ.

-Hello, Nick.

-Hi.

What have you got?

The fella that painted those gets 50 grand for a single picture.

-HE SPITS

-Hey! What's the matter with you?

Where'd you pick 'em up, over in Washington Square?

The Village long hairs are peddling junk like that for the price of the canvas.

-These weren't painted by any Village long hair.

-That's my pawn shop, isn't it?

-And that snake is strictly from the Bronx.

-This fella lives in Brooklyn, he's famous.

-Yeah, what's his name?

-Well, I...

-Look, Nick, I brought you stuff before and you never asked for a name on it.

-That was jewellery.

Bring me more of that and we can do business, Johnny.

Take this junk back to Washington Square, where you got it.

I can see you've quite an eye for art... That's one of my best.

Take a look at these.

-Oh, I didn't know you were a painter.

-I'm not.

-Are they any good?

-Well...

they've got something, a certain peculiar...

something, but no perspective.

-Is that important?

-I should say.

Look at my paintings! Where did you buy them?

-I didn't buy them I want to sell 'em.

-You want me to sell them on commission?

-How much are they worth?

I always start everything at 25.

Then, you know, it's a hard business selling pictures.

People don't buy art nowadays. No appreciation, taste, no perception.

-And no perspective.

-HE LAUGHS

-Let me have your name and address.

-I'll come back later, so long.

-Hello, Johnny.

-Hiya, Penny.

Where d'you get that?

-Off Nick.

-What about my ring?

-You know how much a good diamond costs?

-I gave you 900.

Will you pipe down?

You've been telling me what a dope the old guy is.

Maybe you're the dope.

He told you those paintings are worth a lot of money...

-Did you check up on that story?

-What's wrong with it?

-They're worth just 25 bucks a piece. That's what's wrong with it.

-You're crazy.

-If I weren't a gentleman.

-Don't get sore.

-Well, don't tell me I'm crazy.

-I tell ya, the old boy's a phoney.

-His money isn't phoney, is it?

He could borrow dough or have it stashed away, or even steal it.

Chris steal! Jeepers, Johnny, he's not the type, he wouldn't have the nerve.

-Well he didn't get it from his pictures.

-He may be dumb, but not about art.

The day he took me to the museum, he explained how everything was done.

You should've heard him. People stood around and listened.

-What museum.

-The Metropolitan. Yipe, they've got pictures there worth a million bucks.

Where are you going?

-I'm gonna make a monkey outta you, lazy legs.

-You can't take his pictures to the museum.

Who says I can't?

You know who bought them?

Janeway! The famous Janeway.

-Don't you know who he is?

-Uh-uh.

He's an art critic. The best authority in New York on modern art.

He took one look and bought them both. I couldn't even GIVE him my pictures - not for nothing.

He wants to get hold of you. He told me to telephone him! You wait here.

No, no...

SHE LAUGHS GENTLY

For cat's sake, what's so funny?

You are, smarty pants.

You're the Mr Fix-it who was gonna make a monkey out of poor, dopey, little Kitty.

So you gave away two pictures for a couple of dimes, and now you can't collect the dime.

Oh, dry up.

Jeepers!

-Now what.

-What am I gonna tell Chris?

-He won't find out.

-The heck he won't, that Janeway's a critic, he writes for the newspapers.

-Daah!

-Golly, you got us in a spot.

-You're just nervous. The old guy who sold them doesn't know me from Adam.

Give me that drink, I could use it.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Chris?

-Uh-uh. He's got a key.

KNOCKING RESUMES

Go ahead, see who it is, hurry up.

I beg your pardon, we're looking for a man and I don't know his name.

Well, I'm afraid I can't help you.

-I'm sorry.

-Look!

There!

These are his. Oh, there he is.

Why did you run away from me like that, huh?

-Here, 50 less 20%.

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

-But the pictures you brought.

-Perhaps we'd better introduce ourselves.

-My name is Janeway. This is Mr Dellarowe.

-How do you do?

-What is it you want?

-We'd like to find out who painted the pictures.

-You don't know.

-Of course they don't know. That's what we're here for.

Look, if you're a friend of the painter, you will put Mr Dellarowe in touch with him.

Why d'you buy those pictures if you don't know who painted them?

- Because they're good. - Who painted them?

-No, Johnny, no.

-Don't be so modest.

Now you see, you got me in bad, she made me promise not to tell.

That's why I made out like I didn't know.

She's funny about her paintings, never lets anyone see 'em. Doesn't even put her name on them.

So I observed. You're an extraordinary artist, Miss March.

-Oh, no.

-See, she can't stand for anybody to talk about it. She got the idea they weren't any good.

That's why I took those two to you, to give her confidence. I knew they were good.

-Now I'll take that money.

-I never would have guessed it was a woman.

- Nor I. Your work is very strong. - May we see some more?

-Sure, go ahead, look at her studio.

-Thank you.

-You're crazy to try a thing like this.

-I thought they were cops.

-I know what I'm doing, they don't know from nothing.

-I can't fool that critic.

You always wanted to be an actress, now's your chance.

You've been around the old boy long enough to pick up his lingo. Feed Janeway some of that.

-I'll get him in here alone with you.

-No, wait!

How long has she been painting?

Ever since she was a kid, Mr Janeway.

-Never went to art school.

-No, she just picked it up.

I'm the only one who's been encouraging her, helping her along.

As a friend, you know. Just a friend.

Oh, I didn't get your name.

Prince.

(Mr Janeway, she's...

(kind of upset.)

Maybe you'd go in and talk to her?

Glad to.

Well, Mr Dellarowe?

I wonder if Miss March would let me have all of these?

Well, that depends.

Um...what's...in it for her?

Prices will have to be built up, Mr Prince.

I can usually tell whether a canvas has been painted by a man or woman

but you fooled me completely, Miss March.

Your work is not only original, it has a masculine force.

How long does it take you to paint a picture?

Sometimes a day...

sometimes a year.

-You can't tell. It has to grow.

-Of course.

It's a matter of feeling. You know how...how a feeling grows...

It's like...

like falling in love, I guess.

That's a very good description.

The way I look at it,

every painting, if it's any good, is a love affair.

-May I quote that?

-Oh, no, no, no.

-Please don't write about me.

-I can see you're going to be a hard case.

Why don't you have confidence in your work?

Because I can't draw.

You do all right.

I just put a line around what I feel when I look at things.

You're a very stimulating person to talk to.

How you two getting along?

I think I'm breaking the ice.

Kitty, Mr Dellarowe wants to handle all your work exclusively.

-Is that all right? As a friend, I'd advise it.

-Come to the Galleries tomorrow.

What time?

Any time that's convenient.

How about twelve o'clock? Then lunch afterwards with me.

Well...

I...

She'll be there.

I'm glad you're around, Mr Prince, to make up her mind for her.

I can see you're tired, Miss March.

This has been enough for one evening. We'd better go.

-Until tomorrow.

-Thanks, Mr Janeway. So long.

Good evening.

'Night, Mr Dellarowe. Good night.

Good night. Good night.

< DOOR CLOSES

Lazy legs!

-I don't know what you told Janeway, but you got him eating out of your hand.

-It won't stop with lunch.

What's the difference?

-If you mean...

-Oh, stop acting like a green kid.

Let him talk about what he wants to talk about and he won't talk about art.

If I had any sense, I'd walk out on you.

You haven't got any sense.

Right here, just like you'd sign a letter.

Come on!

Katherine March.

Kitty!

Cat's sake!

Put that one back.

Kitty?

Hiya.

Oh, Kitty, I happened to be in the neigh...

Oh, hello, Mr Cross.

I just dropped in. I thought Millie was here.

I hope you don't mind my looking at your picture.

Oh, no, not at all, Mr Prince.

Fine work, that. Remarkable painting.

-You have a little trouble with perspective, don't you?

-Yes, that's one thing I never could master.

Well, I guess I'll have to run along.

So long, Mr Cross.

If Millie drops in, tell her I'll be at Tiny's place. I'll let myself out.

DOOR CLOSES >

Has he been here long?

No. Why?

-I don't like him.

-Johnny's all right.

He's a nice fella, Chris. I don't know why you don't like him.

Was he the one?

-One what?

-Well, you said there was one man...

-Oh, for heaven's sake! Won't you ever forget that?

-Was he?

-No!

-Kitty.

I'm not gonna stick around if you're gonna torment me.

Kitty?

Oh, Kitty.

Oh, leave me alone! I'm going out for dinner.

Kitty, don't be angry.

Why did you come here if you want to cry? I didn't ask you to come here.

Oh, please, Kitty.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Go and paint!

I can't. I...I...can't do a thing when you're angry with me.

Do you want me to go?

I want you to stay here and paint.

Chris...

I'm sorry, Chris, but why do you torment me about something that's over and done with?

Well, because I...

-Would you marry me?

-You can't.

-Well, something might happen.

-What?

You'd better not let your wife hear you talking like that.

Of course I'd marry you if you were free, but you're not, so let's not talk about it.

You go on and paint.

Could I paint you?

Well, I was going to do this myself but...

Paint me, Chris.

They'll be masterpieces.

TRAFFIC DROWNS SPEECH

Hello, Adele. I dropped over to the butcher's like you told me to.

I got a nice piece of liver.

How long have you known Katherine March?

Answer me!

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

How long have you known her?

Don't get excited. Let me help you off with your coat.

You're the one that's excited. Get away with that knife.

Do you want to cut my throat?

How long have you known her?

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

-Don't lie! You've been copying her work for years.

Pretending you painted those pictures out of your own head and all the time you were just copying a real artist!

-I bet you're at Dellarowe's every day making notes.

-Where?

-You know where!

Dellarowe's the art gallery.

They've got a window full of paintings by Katherine March.

-You're talking crazy.

-She gets 500 for a single picture! She's a genius.

No wonder sometimes I used to think there was something in your work.

Now I know why.

If you ever do any more painting around here,

I swear I'll write that woman a letter telling her you're stealing her ideas.

You're a thief.

Hogarth had better watch out or next thing you'll be stealing his money!

Not that one, honey.

Dellarowe's asking for more pictures.

He's just finished it. He'll miss it.

Janeway says the new pictures are the best things you've done.

-Wasn't I right about Janeway?

-Yeah, but he gets on my nerves.

I've been out to dinner with him three times this week and now he's talking about breakfast.

-He's getting that look in his eye.

-All you gotta do is keep it there.

It's all very well for you to say. But what about the wear and tear on MY nerves?

Papa will take care of Kitty.

Baby's gonna have a big diamond ring.

And a shiny limousine.

And a penthouse.

And Johnny?

He goes with the penthouse.

DOOR BANGS OPEN

Chris...

How did my pictures get into Dellarowe's window?

Oh, Chris.

Don't be angry with me.

No, I'm not angry. I just can't understand.

It's not possible.

Forgive me, darling. I needed money.

They were going to take the furniture back.

It was humiliating. I...

I couldn't ask you for more. You've been so generous.

I just couldn't.

I sold them.

-To Dellarowe?

-Uh-huh.

You actually sold those pictures?

Uh-huh.

Oh, I know I shouldn't have put my name on them but...

Mr Dellarowe wanted to know who painted them and I...

I just couldn't give him your name.

Now I can't tell him different.

-Can I?

-No.

The funny part is...it didn't seem to make any difference.

The funny part is it made a great deal of difference.

If I'd brought those pictures to a man like Dellarowe,

he wouldn't have taken them. I'm a failure, Kitty.

Oh, you're a great painter, Chris.

Mr Dellarowe said so and so did Mr Janeway.

That is...

..they say I am.

-Well, they're gonna keep on saying it.

-Oh, Chris!

-Oh, now, don't.

Don't, Kitty. Don't cry. I'm happy. Why, it's just like a dream!

Oh, Chris. It's so good, so kind.

What difference does it make whose name is on those pictures?

Why, it's just like we were married.

Only I take YOUR name.

Well...that gives me a little authority around here.

I want to paint your picture, Kitty. How about it?

Uh-huh.

Come with me.

Know what we're going to call this?

Self-portrait.

-Why, hello, Janeway.

-Hello, there.

Well, this is the first time I've ever agreed with you, Janeway.

Thank you!

I find the painter even more fascinating than her paintings.

What's she like? Mona Lisa without the smile.

Something hidden.

Sometimes it seems as if she were two people.

I mention that in my notice. Would you care to see it?

BUZZER

-Mr Cross, a man outside says he wants to see you.

-Who?

I didn't get no name, sir, but he said he was a detective.

-Are you the detective?

-Well, I used to be, Mr Cross.

Don't you recognise me?

No.

Oh, my...!

Quite a shock, huh?

Don't faint, Mr Cross. I'll explain everything.

Well, I was in trouble at the time...

collecting a little extra money from speakeasies along the waterfront.

Word got around to headquarters.

I was up for investigation.

One night, I'm down by Brooklyn Bridge, trying to fix things up,

a man runs in the speakeasy and says, "A woman just jumped off the bridge."

So I run out, tear off my coat, jump in...

The way I felt, I hope I don't come up again.

-Do you mind?

-No.

Well, there I am swimming around in the dark. I had a hold of her hat once. Next thing, I'm all tired out.

I heard a tugboat whistle and right down on top of me...

comes a coal barge so I grab a hold an climb aboard.

I look down at my hand. What do you think I've got?

Her pocketbook.

That's what I grabbed a hold of when I thought it was her hat.

And inside is 2,700 in folded money.

Imagine anybody committing suicide with that much money!

Well, the coal barge unloaded on a banana boat bound for Honduras.

Well...I went with it.

Yes, but if you're not dead...

then I'm not really married to Adele, am I?

What's it worth to you for me to keep my mouth shut

and just...fade away?

Yes, but...but if you are Adele's husband...

Wait a minute. I can see you need Adele. I need money.

You're a cashier. It ought to be easy for you to put your hands on a few thousand.

Oh, I... I...

I...I couldn't do a thing like that.

-Are you going back to her?

-No!

But not to do YOU a favour, mister.

I'm clearing out for Adele's sake.

And don't think you're gonna get any peace of mind.

I might turn up again someday.

She'd kick you out in a minute for a man like me.

Uh...

I...I'll get you some money.

Now you're using your head.

But you'll have to wait here.

-I can't get it till after we close at six o'clock.

-I'll wait.

HORN TOOTS

Hello, Johnny! ..Hello, Kitty.

Hiya, Marchetti. ..Don't forget the champagne, Kitty.

Nice car you have, Johnny. She go fast, huh?

Like to see any cop that could catch me.

-I'd give you four bits for a bucket of that ice.

-OK, Johnny.

Can I borrow the ice pick?

-You give it back, huh?

-Sure. Sure.

Thank you.

Only 200?

Well, that's all I could get.

Don't you think your wife's worth more than that?

Look, I...I want you to get all that's coming to you, Mr Higgins.

-What about the insurance money?

-Insurance?

-Yes. 2,000.

On your life. Adele collected it. It's really yours, isn't it?

She keeps it in her bedroom. Now, I wouldn't touch a penny of it but...

if YOU took it, it would be perfectly legal.

-But just how could I get it?

-That's easy.

This is the night that she always goes out to the movies.

I'll let you in, you take the money...

I let you out.

But why don't you get it?

I've got to be able to say that I didn't touch it.

You know Adele.

What if she don't go out and I show up?

Your goose is cooked, isn't it?

Yes, but...

I can play it safe.

How?

Well...

you come along the street eleven o'clock tonight.

OK?

-Ssh.

-Why are you whispering?

How come the lights are out?

Mrs Michaels. You remember Mrs Michaels, don't you?

-Oh, yes.

-And the neighbours.

Where's the money?

In there, in the bottom drawer of the chest.

OK, give me the flashlight.

ADELE SCREAMS

< Police! Murder!

Christopher! Christopher, get on the light!

CHRISTOPHER!

ROMANTIC BALLAD PLAYS

RECORD STICKS

# Love you, love you, love you Love you, love you, love you

# Love you, love you, love you Love you, love you, love you... #

Johnny!

-Oh, Johnny!

-Lazy legs!

Jeepers, I love you.

SUITCASE BANGS

What's that?

< MORE BANGING

Chris?

-Johnny, is it Chris?

-Call him. Quick.

Chris!

-CHRIS!

-I ought to push you over on your head.

How did I know he was coming here? I don't understand it.

-You don't understand anything.

-Why get sore?

-I'm tied up with a dumb cluck like you!

-I told you to watch your step.

-Blame me.

-I didn't want to stay tonight.

-Johnny, don't talk like that!

-Well, it's the truth. I'm fed up with you.

Johnny!

That's the only thing you understood. I'm through with you.

-SOFTLY ECHOES:

-"Jeepers, I love you, Johnny."

"Jeepers, I love you, Johnny."

MAN: O, Lord, have mercy upon us sinners.

The way of the sinner is made plain with stones

but the end thereof is the pit of hell.

O, Lord, be merciful to me, a sinner.

CROWD: Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Amen!

Millie? Yeah, Kitty.

Have you seen Johnny?

Oh, I thought he'd go to Tiny's. Is he getting tight?

Oh, just a fight.

Listen, he can't live without me any more than I can live without him.

Said he was coming back here?

To beat me up?!

Jeepers! The way that guy shoots off his mouth.

Oh, you don't have to warn me. That's just the way he talks.

If you were in love, you'd understand.

Oh, stop it! Johnny wouldn't kill a fly.

That's love, honey.

DOOR SLAMS OPEN

(Here he is now and has he got a bun on!

(Goodbye, hon.)

Hello, Johnny.

Come on, Johnny. I heard you.

You lied to me, Kitty.

It was him, wasn't it?

Can I help it if I'm in love?

No, it's just an infatuation.

You couldn't love a man like that, Kitty.

He's evil.

He wouldn't let you alone, isn't that right?

I wanted to kill him.

But that's wrong.

Why did you come here?

-To ask you to marry me.

-What about your wife?

-I haven't any wife.

-For cat's sake...

-Her husband turned up. I'm free.

Oh, now, don't cry, Kitty.

I know how you feel, but that's all over now.

We all make mistakes.

I don't care what's happened. I...

I can marry you now. I want you to be my wife.

We'll go away together, way far off so you can forget this other man.

Don't cry, Kitty, please don't cry.

I'm not crying, you fool. I'm laughing.

Kitty!

Oh, you idiot! How can a man be so dumb?!

Kitty!

KITTY CONTINUES TO LAUGH

I've wanted to laugh in your face ever since I first met you.

-You're old and ugly and I'm sick of you. Sick! Sick! Sick!

-Kitty!

You kill Johnny? I'd like to see you try! Why, he'd break every bone in your body. He's a man.

You want to marry me? YOU?!

GET OUT OF HERE! Get out.

Get away from me. Chris!

Chris! Get away from me. Chris!

CHRIS!

TYRES SQUEAL

Hey!

Oh, you look out, Johnny. You'll kill somebody.

Chris!

Hold on, Chris, wait a minute.

What made you do it, Chris?

When these officers told me, I wouldn't believe them.

-We were tipped off.

-By a man named Higgins.

I checked the cash before you came in.

Do you know how much is missing?

-Over 1,200.

-We'll take him, you can make the complaint, Mr Hogarth.

Hold on, boys.

-I just can't do it.

-But, Mr Hogarth!

You've done your duty and I'm obliged to you.

There's a box of cigars on the table. Take them along with you.

OK, Mr Hogarth. It's up to you.

DOOR CLOSES

Chris, it was a woman, wasn't it?

I thought so.

I'm not gonna put you in jail, Chris.

Only, of course, you're through.

I didn't do anything!

I want a...! I want a lawyer.

-Where was he picked up?

-Riverside Drive.

-He tried to get away in the murdered girl's car.

-That was MY car.

This is yours, too. It's got your initials on it.

But it's her blood.

-This 140 was taken out of her pocketbook.

-It was mine.

-This is her diamond ring - worth, oh, 5-600.

-Huh!

You guys know a lot, don't you?

It cost 1200!

These, her personal jewellery, not much value, but he cleaned her out.

Why wouldn't I? She didn't have any more use for it, did she?

Listen, you guys, I want a lawyer. I'm a citizen. I got my rights.

This belongs to you too, huh?

-It's got your fingerprints on it.

-Naturally, I picked it up. How did I know she was dead?

I thought she was asleep at first.

Uh-huh...

She didn't paint those pictures.

Old Cross isn't as dumb as he looks. He painted them.

The accused brought me two pictures. He told me Miss March painted them.

In my expert opinion, there's no doubt about it, she was a very great artist.

She told me she was an artist when she rented the studio.

He was with her. I didn't like him then and I don't like him now.

Yeah, he was mean when he was drunk. He said he was gonna fix her when he left my place around 2am.

That's when I tell him, "You look out, Johnny, you kill somebody."

So he kills her with my ice pick.

And then I heard her say, "Hello, Johnny" before she hung up. He was there all right.

But I don't understand this talk about her being an artist. I never saw her paint.

That was one of her peculiar traits, she never let anyone see her paint.

I've compared her handwriting with the signature. There's no question.

Mr Cross paint?! Huh, he only copied her work. He's a thief!

He stole from me, from his employer and from Katherine March.

My wife, I mean my former wife, is correct. I really can't paint.

My copies were so bad, I had to destroy them.

FOR CAT'S SAKE, HE'S LYING!

-Hello, Mr Cross.

-Hello.

-Tom Crocker, Evening Globe.

-Oh, yes, Tom Crocker.

-Joe Williams, Morning World, Conway for the Ledger.

-Cigarette?

-No thanks.

-Going to Sing Sing?

-Yeah.

-I don't like the coverage, but I must say, this is one I don't mind.

You sure cooked Johnny's goose, Mr Cross, when you testified you couldn't paint.

Nobody cooked Johnny's goose except Johnny - the way he shot off his mouth.

He was a dead pigeon when he dragged the girl's name through the mud.

-I watched the jury.

-If he'd kept his trap shut, he might've got off with life.

Sure, the evidence was only circumstantial.

-What do you mean? He got a fair trial, didn't he?

-Yeah, but there's always a doubt.

I suppose you're gonna say it's a miscarriage of justice. That someone's getting away with murder.

Not me, there's no such thing.

Mr Cross, nobody gets away with murder.

How's that?

Oh, ho, don't get him started! He'll talk your ear off.

That's his pet theory.

All right, go ahead and laugh but no-one escapes punishment.

I figure we have a little courtroom right in here - judge, jury and executioner.

-I don't get it.

-Murder never solves anything.

-How about it, fellas, you've covered lots of trials.

-I'm sorry but I have to admit you're right.

The problem just moves in here where it can never get out.

Right here in solitary. So what? So you go right on punishing yourself. You can't get away with it.

-Never.

-That doesn't make any sense.

You haven't seen as much of murder as I have, Mr Cross.

I'd rather have the judge give me the works, than have to do it to myself.

What time do they throw the switch?

11 o'clock.

FOOTSTEPS ECHO

I didn't do it. I tell ya, I didn't do it. Won't anybody believe me?

GIVE ME A BREAK, SOMEBODY!

I never had a square deal in my life. Won't somebody, give me a break?!

DOOR CLANGS SHUT

HE WHISTLES: "My Melancholy Baby"

KITTY'S VOICE: Johnny, Johnny...

Oh, Johnny! Johnny!

-JOHNNY'S VOICE: Lazy legs...

-Johnny, darling...

I'm here, baby, here, baby.

Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

Johnny. ECHO: Johnny.

Lazy legs. ECHO: Lazy legs.

Jeepers, how I love you, Johnny.

Hah...

-Oh, Johnny, now we're together.

-Yeah.

ECHOING LAUGHTER

-He killed me too, Kitty.

-EERIE LAUGHTER

He brought us together, Johnny, forever.

CROSS GASPS

Oh, you idiot, how can a man be so dumb?

-No, Kitty, no.

-You wanted to marry me?! YOU?!

GHOSTLY LAUGHTER

-She's mine, Chris.

-Let her alone!

-Forever.

-You killed me, Chris.

You're old and ugly and you killed me, you killed me!

No, no, Kitty. It was him. You were innocent, you were pure.

That's what he killed in you, he's the murderer.

-Not Johnny.

-See, Chris, she loves ME.

-That's why you had to die.

-You're the one I killed.

-GHOSTLY LAUGHTER

-She's mine, Chris.

-YOU killed Johnny? Why he'd break every bone in your body.

-VOICES CONTINUE

-KITTY!

SILENCE

Johnny, Johnny!

Oh, Johnny. ECHO: Johnny.

GHOSTLY WHISPERING CROSS GROANS

Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

-There's something wrong in there.

-CRASHING AND BANGING

It's all right, old man, it's all right.

'Johnny... Oh, Johnny!

'Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.'

HE SOBS

Get up! Come on, get up!

Oh, it's you. Haven't I told you to keep out of this park?

You know the mayor's orders.

Get on down to the Bowery, where you belong.

Come on! Come on!

-Who's that wreck?

-Oh, he's got a crazy idea he killed a couple of people five or six years ago.

Can't get it off his mind. Always trying to give himself up.

Wants to be tried and executed... You know these nuts.

MUSIC: "Oh Come All Ye Faithful"

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Well, there goes her masterpiece.

-I really hate to part with it.

-At 10,000, I shouldn't think you'd mind, Mr Dellarowe.

KITTY'S VOICE ECHOES

Oh, Johnny...

Lazy legs...

Jeepers, I long for you, Johnny.