 There comes a time on Broadway, a little long time, when night takes its hour to die, when neon buzzers foot pulling, die, when the spectacular starts their final circus, and the features turn a corner, so awaits. The lonely time and limbo, when the fever's layered with the imagined echoes of a scream, so walk it and feel it, the ending is something or another, and Broadway's clock spins fast. Now, walk it toward the river, and its special night sounds and smells and its curve of raining moon. Stop and consider this thing. All right, boys, put it down. It looks like this girl's been in the river more than a couple of hours, Danny. I've heard about a day, but hold that light still once more. It's not a little damp. It's like a figure. I told the light. Yeah. There's room. There's back room, man. You better hit something out there, a log, anything. Maybe. It's pretty cool. Really nice features. But hold that light still. Just try it, Michael. I'm gonna see what kind of a reaction you get. Lila Hunter. Yeah. I'm gonna fake about it. I'm gonna fake, Michael. I'm gonna Lila Hunter all right. In the river? How do you figure it? Ask you something, Danny. The whole police force is out looking for the suspicion of murder. She's in the river. How do you figure it? That's a good question, Margaret. It's gotta get answered. Yeah. Hey, you want me to wait here for technical? Sure, I'll wait. So river and the end of night with worlds of mist, and on the wind the cry deep in the steamer's globes, the muted splash of oil-flick water, the much the odors of night-ridden waterfront, and the chilled gleam of dimming reflections, and box shadows and alley shadows gathered at this moment of the edge of night, veiled in mist, summoned by the girls who have set the way apart of their dying in riverbeds. And this is as soon as past the round, at the end of night. Wait with it a while. Give it into the hands of the official handlers of the dead. Believe it. And then a caught in the squadron and headquartered sleep until daylight strikes you between the eyes. And wait with the emptiness still heavy on your back. Walk a corridor to your office. The door that opens in one other day. Accept that hot for you, Dan. No. Thanks, Dino. I rented the use of technician Gordon's bouncing burner. Renton? So he charged me a bow. When I explained it to him that it was your coffee I was keeping hot, he wanted to up the hype. I snared on him. He ought to close it tightly and snared. This great Gordon's bike down to a dime. Here, then. Partake. Hot coffee and a budget Zimmerman butter. Thanks, Dino. Uh-oh. Here. What did it do to you? It's all it's been. It's all it's been. Some other time you saw me buy 15 burgers as well. 15. Me, I've noticed it's more important to discuss Bernie in you and I. Now, what'll be afraid? Your money is in my hands, Bernie. First, an entity to see through all the hunters. What about her? Your diagnosis that she had been in the river may be her very has been confirmed by our good doctor since you. And the bull is back of her neck? In your opinion, have the good doctor could have come from the source he was intended to kill by Bernie? Could also have come from her hitting a piling or a piece of rock, some more jet. All right. What else? What else isn't meant to murder she is suspected of committing. For her it's all thanks to her. She's an issue about her. For her it's she was a fugitive. You bring her on down, aren't you? I found a note on my desk this morning where you left it, Bernie, and I have brought you the rundown. Mm-hmm. Per your request, why as well? While a hunter wanted for the murder of Marty Scott. Marty Scott suspected Cumberhunter for a recent bank robbery upstate, netting 40 grand. Then found shot to death in Lila Hunter's apartment two nights ago. His bad type? No Lila, no bank bills. You see, I also have a resume with a rundown from technical dining that I care for. Marty Scott murdered with Lila Hunter's gun. Gun found later, the man who was killing him and Ali Price came. Checked by our boys, then by ballistics. Gun was likened to Lila Hunter. Bullets and gun killed Marty. Time established at 5.36 of that. Oh, no, no. A knocking was considered. Well, they told me you were the one to see about Lila. Stan, they told me you were in charge of her death. They told me you woke her from the river. Who are you? Tommy Hannigan. Memory of a man. Memory of a poet. Why, no? Skid a little bum. Lila was nice to me once. I drank the eggs from a glass of wine she dipped. Here, it's five hundred dollars. Take it. So why? For the burying of a child at once bonus. For the wrapping in her survival. And the stone and the blood red rose on her grave. Lila deserves more than part of the field. I buy it for her. Can I buy nice things for the dead? Oh, you get it. A man like you. What do you get, guys? Mine to give. Oh, you get it, Tommy. I, uh, left out a friend. Tommy Hamilton also bigger. I beg you to look kindly man for it to me. Oh. Kindly man. Well, Skid low, nod, smile, listen. To his money and gutter. Smiles on his ground for it. Very kindly. Tommy, who he is? Who gave the beggar five hundred dollars? Reflection of a man like Lila. Not about Lila. I want Lila to have the nice things of death. All the little luxuries of her. Another question, Tommy. How does a man like you know a woman like Lila? I told you. It didn't know her, did you? No. No. No. That make Brian sent you here with that money? No. I run errands from some time. This was nice. Hold them, Gino, until I talk with a kindly man. I'm like, how are you? Come in. Come in. This is Selena, a friend. Any clover there. How do you do? Nothing to mean. Selena doesn't drink either. Just one for me there. It's about Lila a hundred. I know. I'm sorry about Lila to drown like that. And it's about Marty Scott too. I don't feel anything about him. Dead, alive, tick away from the bee. I get nothing at all. Do you think it makes, dear? What did you say, Danny? Do you think Marty's death, while he's here? Yes, I do. A link between them, sure. How? I don't know that, Danny. Haven't thought about it. You want me to think about it and let you know? I'll do it for you. Your question about Marty's death, my question. You know that. Selena, dear. Yes, like that. He used to work for you. No one said a history, Danny, long time ago. No police record, but a history. Police didn't like me. Shipped me down, made pledges, what they would do to me, but I never went to jail. But, Danny... Danny, you know what I do now. I raise bills for housing projects and all about them. Just talking about Marty Scott, her one, once when the police didn't like me. Marty used to run down to the corner and get me the free papers I like to read. And now, no connection, none. But, Danny, you got the bank last week. What connection? Just let your employer and stock out some stuff, then. It's quite pleasant here. Music, chocolate, furniture, drapes. Selena, quiet talk. Don't come into my place, Danny. Make suggestions to me like that. Take me down to headquarters. Say whatever you like. Not here. But, Danny... Huh? You were doing very well. I was going to make a suggestion. The poor of us here would be nicer. Selena, do you have a call? Why, Mike? The man came in from Skid Row. He had $500. Never mind, yeah. Sorry, Danny. Go on. $500 for a funeral. You want me to deny it? Tell me about it. Huh? Before Selena, it was Lila. You're a sentimental man. That's right. I wanted to pay for Lila's funeral. I didn't want to scream about it. It appears I was in it. Before Selena, there was Lila. And for Lila, after you, there was Marty Scott. But where was Scott? Yes. I told Lila Marty was nothing. She wouldn't listen. When was the last time you spoke to Lila? Recently. The night Marty was killed. Come to think of it. She called me from a place to Victor. It turned out to be a Skid Row hotel. You saw her there? No. No. She told me what it was. Said she was in trouble. Said she needed money. Said she'd registered under the name of the... Some fictitious name, you know, Molly. Molly Blue, I think. No, I didn't go to her. I made a prediction to her. What would happen if she played with Marty? What had happened? I reminded her of it and hung up. The place was called Victor's, Danny. Perhaps you'll find out something there. Let me know. Yes, Selena. Yes, dear. Uh, this is a day that it is. A policeman looking for a bear lost in the pages of my hotel register. Uh-huh. How many years back do you want, Mr. I have a pile of stacks in my room. Tomorrow goes, I could write their names myself for you. Well, that depends, Mr. This one, Molly Blue. Ah, that one, huh? Molly, huh? Ah, you wouldn't have liked her anyway. She was bitter. I looked in honor this morning and she's good in a way. That's how it is, baby, huh, Mr. You tear her name out of my book. Any ideas on the page? You throw it in my... Show me the room she had. Oh, sure. I'll show you the room where Molly Blue slept. Oh, with a weight. Myself, I couldn't tell you. Well, come on along. There seems to have still around. I haven't had time to clean. If you don't mind, how much is it? If you don't mind, how much is it? Well, I'll leave you alone with it. Because I know how it is. The state of shock, who, as an American taxpayer, are helping to provide medical care and nutrition to the underprivileged children of the world. You are doing this through UNICEF, the United Nations Children's Fund. Created by the General Assembly of the United Nations in 1946. It did such fine work in helping the children in war-devastated countries that in 1950, it was decided to shift the emphasis from emergency relief to continuing aid for the world's children, particularly in underdeveloped countries. Through its maternal and child welfare services, its mass health programs, and its child nutrition programs, it is making this world a better place to live in for millions of children. You are a part of the great work being done by this special body of the United Nations, and it costs you only six cents a year. You can't say that of loudspeakers. Glows gently down Broadway, and the languid early summer of cadence to the rhythm of glories, and the crazy songs and the torches that were already dim in the 20s. The ladies of the spectacular swayed gracefully on the mass of beaches. The time has flashed its electronic intervals, and the hawkers and the gimmick boys turn their wares, tune on Broadway, peanuts popcorn, and mannequins dressed as rides. And the room where I was, the host of the room, the quiet voices needed to the busting night, needed to paint. Danny will be all right, I'll give you my word on it. Easy for you to say. You're a doctor. You don't need such things to say in school. It's a whole study what you should say to the friends of friends you've built. Only understood between those doctors and students that with me you don't have to schmooze. With me you can come right out, you know. You don't just tell me what to do. I'll be right back. I'll go call Mrs. Tatagawa. She's waiting for all of this. It doesn't matter, you know. Danny, I'm the doctor, huh? I'm sorry. And this room, this is my province in here. I give the orders, huh? So lie back and waste no strength, huh? You need to feel that love was left to you. That's bad, I'm sorry. Don't. And I speak nothing of shock. This is my province where there's pain and shock. You wish something of me, Manny? A drink of water? I should read to you, Manny? No. Well, please don't go out of the hotel register. And rather you expect some going over the table. The Manny Molly Dream was written by the hand of the deceased while I was in the bag I found in the room. As well as personal and technical, Manny. No money, Manny. No money from the bounty performed by Manny Scott but also deceased by the hand of my husband. The woman that the hotel manager misses looked at. My question, I want to know what... It'll keep Danny. I promise you it'll keep him. All right, I brought you something. A needle. A guarantee to bring sleep to the rest of us. Here's a sting of little Danny. That's it, Danny. Good boy, Danny. In four days in the hospital, a novel read, Jim Rummy with Nurse Popeless and Chocolate Covered Cherries in the Fallows and Homicides completed a note from Officer Robert Francis Bob Hayward, the son-loving truce. A visit from Sergeant and Mr. Tragler and beat those women down to take her bag. After reporters have brought nothing but eight chocolate-covered cherries and peaches. Examinations in bandage changes, salad there and bourbon, and nurse poplits whose fun I always had too and I knocked her down. Four days in the hospital. On the fifth morning, get up, get out of there. Back to work. Check in. Turn clothes. I'm not going to bring in Mrs. Victor for prior to a victim's unskilled role. Talk to her. I don't know what you want to talk to me about. What the police isn't talking to you about for four days, Mrs. Victor? I've got to tell them myself. Don't take much when it rains. Hold it when the sun is enlightened. Watch out. Climb under a bed and watch out. Got a cigarette? Here, have one of mine, Mrs. Victor. I ain't going to chew on it. Sure, I'm going to like it. Who shot me, Mrs. Victor? You've been in the hospital. You don't know what I've been telling them top. No, I don't. Boy, I was as surprised as you were when you got shot. The lady up in two on two screamed down the hall. A fuse had blown. So I was on the second floor with Jesus when I heard, Blast, blast, blast! Who was the lady? I checked out then. A trench of a no baggage according to her, Mrs. Victor. You're according to me. If you can't believe me, who do you want to believe in this world? Let's talk about Lila Hunter. Who? Lila Hunter. You know who he means. The girl who registered as Molly Groves. Oh, slither. I could tell. I saw it, Peter. You understand, Mrs. Victor. You understand we're trying to solve a federal murder in your life in the middle of it? That Lila. That Molly whoever she was. A slither. I feel that she was found dead. She'd been dead for a day when she was found. Now, think about it. Did she have any visitors last memory? I couldn't say. But you must have opened the papers that she has wanted to murder, didn't you? No papers said no Molly Groves wanted for nothing. Now, let me tell you one thing right now. What do you want, do you know? That lab where Molly Scott was mixed up in. Some of the dough turned up. Holding a guy in the hall in peace since he tried to make it a deposit at the Ruxford National Bank on the 116th Street. Clashier called it, called us. She trapped me, Mrs. Victor, not again. Yep. Do you know? Squad cars waiting down here. What's your name? Repalma. Repalma. How are you, how are you hitting J? How are you doing for a living? I have a travel agency for trans-Mexico. Airplane. I am an agent. And this money was passed to the agency? She. I tell him, I tell you, I tell everybody. Who do you want me to tell now? I tell. Which is money from the bank robbery? It is money from the bank robbery. Instead of you you know it's not me. I shall pick it up for you. You know who you sold the tickets to? I remember. I remember very good. Mrs. Jones for her and her husband make a trip to Mexico. How long ago was that? A year and a week. This is how I remember all of it. Three 100-dollar bills, one 50-dollar bills, brand new. So I remember. I remember Mrs. Jones one way to make the cover. How are her husband? Five o'clock plane, maybe. That's a Mrs. Jones make the plane? No. The Aircraft opened on the telephone. They say, how are Mrs. Jones? I spoke to them. I can adjust the price of this money, Rita. Two times a month a deposit. At the beginning and at the middle. Just one more thing, Mrs. Jones is the most very beautiful. It's bland, about five times. It's bland. And to show that they're like a little both must be done. That one, I don't remember. Okay, here you go. I am an honest man. I do not speak. Okay. I'll give you a receipt of this money then you can go. Okay. Open your cards. Oh, Mrs. What do you want? I'm in the interrogation room. We want you to talk. What do you mean? Come on, Mrs. We want you to talk to somebody. I asked you what somebody? That means Mike Dwayne. I'm leaving here. Suffer's here in ten minutes. I'm not going to miss any supper to meet no man. I ain't getting out of here. I've got to make him to bring Mrs. Victor to the interrogation room. Maybe it'll work. Maybe it won't. It will make sense. Come on, let's talk to Mike Dwayne. It's not very pleasant yet, Danny. You know my taste. Why do you bring me to a place like this? The best food. Got Mike. I'm in here, Mike. A man with taste like yours took it home. Another six years ago. Isn't it paper? All right. I'm here. Do your little act. Selena's waiting for me. Tell us again about Lila. She was before Selena. She was... Yeah? Make her not here with Mrs. Victor, Danny. Don't you worry. Got another lady for you, Mike. Name Mrs. Victor. That's a whole call. Oh, come on in, Mrs. Victor. Sit down. Don't worry about Mrs. Victor. You'll have supper later. Cold supper. That's what I'll have. What about Mike? Didn't see you 30 before? They come like that. Where do you get them? I told you they're out of whole thousand scared roads. I want to go back to my cell. A little later. No. No, I want to go back. It's a matter. Don't you like Mike? I'm not going to see him. Not with him. Not with him. Don't let him touch me. Get away from me. Dear lady, I just wanted to assure you that I... Get away from me. I'll back up, Mike. Sit down. You too, Mrs. Victor. Why are you afraid of her, Mrs. Victor? I never got over it. See him with that gun. They go crazy fast in your jail. How did he scare you, Mrs. Victor? I ought to help you. And he got Lola Hunter in the way of that time. Oh, dear lady. Mike, Brian or whatever you call yourself, thank you. What's your idea coming into my place with a gun? What's your idea making that poor girl sign that register? What's the matter with you anyhow? You think I'm crazy? You want to look in the mirror? That's what you want to do? I told you, Mrs. Victor. See? He's going to hit me. He's going to kill me. That's the way he said he would. He really hasn't been here. That does it, doesn't it, Mike? Mm-hmm. Says what? You're a simple Mike. You know what it does. Marty Scott took your woman. The one before Selena, Lila Hunter. You killed Marty. I did a lot. Killed Marty. The Lila's gun. Then you killed Lila. Don't turn the river. That's interesting. How do you figure all that? Like this, Marty pulled a bank job. He and Lila were taken out to Mexico. She bought tickets to both of them with a bank money. Figure this out, Danny. What you said, the first. Lila killed Marty. Just the money. Double cropped. Funny we think you got the rest of that money, Mike. Me? How? Marty didn't have it. Lila didn't have it. Somebody has to have it. The killer. How do you like that? How do you like that? Big killer, Mike. Clever. Killed a girl, paid for a funeral just to make a strike back on it. To come to you. So you could tell us where she was. In a flea bag under an assumed name like a fugitive. Like a girl who's just killed Marty Scott. And hold her gun on Mrs. Victor. Terrified her. Oh, I wasn't scared. I was just asking. Terrified her. How do you kill her unless Mrs. Victor told the story she did? Registered Lila in Skid Row then slugged her and killed her. And what kind of a story is that about Lila phoning you for help for money? She had money, bank, loot, Marty. What a bother, Mike. Nobody takes anything away from me. Marty tried it with Lila. Look what happened to both of them. Just do me a favor, Danny. Of course, Helena. Tell her not to wait. And the Blair is the temple of yearning and dance. Have a dream. Close your eyes and pretend you're holding something special. I'll bring it. The God is the ultimate mile in the world.