 but you can't keep a woman waiting, can you? Boys, I've had the time of my life tonight. And speaking of time, I have 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. Pass it along to him, boys. Oh, that's a beautiful watch, JJ. Oh, wonderful, Nenna. He deserves it, too. Sir Billy, beautiful watch, Chris. He deserves it, too. Read what's engraved inside, Chris. To my friend Christopher Cross, a token of 25 years of faithful service from JJ Hogarth, 1909, 1934. I hardly know what to say, JJ. This, uh, it's beautiful. I never expected on a watch like this. No, sir, I can say is that, uh, we've got the best boss in New York. Thank you, my old friend. God bless you. Thank you. Have a smoke before I go. Well, I-I-I don't usually, JJ. Go ahead and try it. It's made in special for me. Dollar piece. Here, Jolly. Oh, thanks. You're not superstitious, are you, Chris? No, no, no, no, sir, no, sir. Now, don't break up a good party just because I've got to go. Everything is charged to JJ. So drink all you want. I'll be in late Monday morning with a hangover. You don't watch that Sunday's pleasure, that's for the rest of the day. That's you, really. I didn't expect it at all, and anything. Hey, fellas, look! Look! Come here! That's JJ's wife. Boss is stepping out. Ha, ha, ha. I'd step out, too. I feel a little laundry tonight. Like the East Side subway. Gets me to Brooklyn O, Fresh Air, Spring. Hey, never mind. I'll catch the next one. You go on over to the subway. Oh, I don't mind waiting. I-I feel kind of lonely tonight. Say, uh, Charlie, you suppose JJ is running around with that young lady? It looks that way. Under what a slight. What, Chris? Well, to be-to be loved by a young girl like that. You know, nobody ever looked at me like that. Not even when I was young. Yes, 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. You know, I dreamt I was going to be a great painter someday. So, I'm a cashier. Do you still paint? Yeah, every Sunday. Well, that's one way to kill time. You know, Sunday's one day of the week that I don't like. I never know what to do with myself. Well, why don't you come over tomorrow and see me? Thanks, Chris. How do that? Good night, Chris. Good night, Charlie. See you tomorrow. Yeah, good night. I got turned around. These streets are all mixed up in a credit village, yeah. Is he hurt? In C's face. He took $15. He didn't believe what was all I had, so he began pushing me around. Then this gentleman ran in and knocked him down. That's right, officer. He was right there. I couldn't hold him. He got up and ran. Wait here. Come on. Let's get out of here. Well, you have to wait for the officer. I don't want to get my name in the newspaper. Do you? What, the newspaper? Sure. We'll have to get out of the station house and make a complaint. Then every time they make an arrest, they send detectives to your house for weeks. Oh, it's a nuisance. Won't you take me home? Well, yes. Well, sure that is... Well, if you think that... I can't ask you to come up, but I share my apartment with another girl, Millie. Good night and thanks for everything. Don't you want a cup of coffee? Tiny. Oh, this is Mr... Cross. Glad to know you, Mr. Cross. Oh, how do you do? You seen Johnny? No, not since he left here. Oh, I think I'll change my mind. I could stand a drink. A rum colons. One rum colons? Yes, yes. Oh, come on. Keep me company. Well, you see, I've already had a good deal of champagne. You want champagne? Oh, no, no, no. Make mine the same. Ever since I first saw you, I... I was wondering what your name was. Kitty. It's really Catherine March. My friends call me Kitty. What do your friends call you? Cross. Chris Cross. Yes, the boy teased me about it, but I don't mind. Kitty. Yes, Miss, I mean, 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 like mature people. Well, what I wanted to say was, you shouldn't be alone in the street so late at night. I was coming home from work. Was this late? Mm-hmm. What do you do? Guess. Actress. Oh, you are clever. Now that you know all about me, tell me about yourself. What do you do? I... Well, you see... No, no, 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? Yes, I paint. Oh, of course. You're a painter. I love paintings. I think I took you for a cashier. Come on, man. You know those art galleries on Fifth Avenue? The prices they charge. I saw one little picture that cost $50,000. They called it, uh, uh, Cézanne. Cézanne. Oh, he was a great French painter. I liked to own that painting. You would. $2,000? Well, you... You can't put any price on masterpieces like that. They're worth, uh... Well, whatever you can afford to pay for them. You know what, Chris? I bet I saw some of your pictures there and didn't know it. Next time I'll look for your name. Oh, no, no, no, no. I don't sell my pictures. Well, not in New York, you mean. No, I, uh... I know. I bet you sell your pictures in Europe. France is someplace like that. You can tell I don't know much about painting. I bet you get as much for your pictures in France as those Frenchmen get right here in New York. And you never appreciate it in your own country. Well, that's... That's one way of looking at it. But you know what I paint, uh, I don't think of money. I just paint for fun. Fun? Yes, I think it's the most fun I know painting. I wish I had all the time to paint. But don't you have time? Oh, no. Well, yes, you see, I, uh... Well, you know, business takes a lot of time. I wonder when you get all that money. Well, uh, what play are you acting in? I'd close tonight. Which one? But when I was in, what time is it? It's only 10 past 2. Only? Oh, it's time for Kelly to be in bed. Sure, sometime. Well, if you'll give me your telephone number. I haven't got a phone. Well, may I write you? That's the address. Good night, Chris. Kitty, who's Johnny? Why do you ask that? Well, I just heard you ask the bartender. Oh, sure, he's just a fellow I know. He's, uh, Millie's boyfriend. You know, the girl I live with. Good night, Chris. Good night, Kitty. Expect to see you, Charlie. But, Chris, you asked, and that was a swell party last night, wasn't it, Charlie? Say, yeah, what time would we go home? Uh, after midnight, wasn't it? Haven't? I guess I'm not as old as I thought I was, eh, Charlie? No, no. Oh, I've got to do the dishes for Adele. You don't mind, Charlie, do you? No, no, no. Did you paint this? That isn't painting. That's mud done by a photographer. Life's form, our husband. Detective Sergeant Higgins. That's a real medal, isn't it? Drown in the East River. You save money to buy paints, and so I moved in. Would you like to see what I did today? Yes, when you look at that. Well, yes, that is, I sort of feel it. You see, when I look at that flower, I see someone... Ah! Lazy legs up the couch, baby. About lazy legs, hmm? What else is there to think? If you want more heat in this apartment, miss, you'll have to call a janitor. You idiot. How come you're holding out on me, baby? Oh, stop talking about Saturday night. I'm not talking about Saturday night. I'm talking about this. Sounds like a schoolboy trying to make a date. You must be Robin the Crater. What's so funny? You are. He's old enough to be my father. That's the old fella 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. Well, I had a chance to clean up in a crap game. All I needed was 50 bucks. And what did you show up with? 15 for cat's sake. That's all I had. Besides, you kept me waiting two hours in the rain. And then you gave me a dirty look. I didn't give you a dirty look. Listen, any girl who waits two hours in the rain for a guy is gonna give him a dirty look. Who with you, baby, is you? I have no imagination. What do you expect me to do? I expect you to use your brains. Take this chumpest crazy about you. This is a setup. He's in the big money, isn't he? You said 50,000 a picture, didn't you? Mm-hmm. But 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, uh, what's his name and get him easily 50. This bird is goofy about you. Write him, date him up. Oh, I can't take money off an old man like that. Smart, lazy legs. Why see fellas in the big door without hair if my brains? But ability isn't enough. You gotta have money to make money. Capital. Have the boys at the Acme garage a cut me in on a half interest if I can put up the money. How much do they want? Oh, three or four thousand. Yay. Well, for cats' sake, 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 partners. Then you're on Easy Street. Jeepers, they're pipe dreams you have. Now what about the letter? Oh, I can get 50 or 100 perhaps, but I can't get the kind of money you're talking about. I wouldn't know how. Mr. Metair. Johnny. Johnny. Crazy about you. Oh, yes, you do. Now what about my proposition? You don't have to tap the old chump for much, not at first. We'll get you a diesel apartment. Some place where I'll like to come and see you. Not a dump like this. Well, lazy legs? I come into my own apartment. Why don't you just move in, Johnny, then I can move out. You know, Millie stopped picking on my fiance. How do you spell that word? Well, she pays half the rent, doesn't she? Well, that was a general idea, Big Shot, and we signed the lease. Well, I don't mind if you want this place to yourself. Do you, baby? No, Johnny. Yeah, I know Johnny all right. Has he bought you that engagement ring yet? Oh, you seem to worry more about it than I do. New $45 model. Oh, Rogers let me have it for 18. Bet he'd be a profit at that. I thought you were modeling girdles for the catalog. I have been. I ain't like a dog. Of course it's ever come back. I swear I'll quit modeling. How don't you go back to work with 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 the way I wouldn't push a cat around. You leave Johnny out of this. With your looks and figure you could get any man you want. Sure, but there's only one I want. Yeah, 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. Problems things just like I feel. They look, there's a pair of them up there. They're building their nest. And I was a kid. Yeah, I bet I haven't done that in 40 years. Yeah, I feel like a kid myself today. Sold any pictures lately? Why don't you paint my picture? I'd like to. Could I bring my easel to your apartment? Oh, I'm afraid my girlfriend wouldn't like that. How long does it take you to paint a picture? Well, sometimes a day, sometimes a year, you can't tell. It has to grow. And even your paint could grow. Well, feeling grows. You know, that's the important thing, feeling. Well, now you take me. Well, 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, uh, it's like falling in love, I guess. You know, first you see someone and it keeps growing and until you can't think of anyone else. That's interesting. Well, 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 around 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? Oh, you 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. Oh, but Kitty... I'll get out of it somehow. I couldn't take anything from you, Chris. No, uh, yes, I mean... No, no, I couldn't. I'd never taken money from a man and I'm not going to know. And I'm not going to spoil our friendship. Oh, but Kitty, uh... I couldn't pay you back. Oh. I could pay you back. If you put up the money for a studio apartment, then I'd have a place to live and you could paint there. Don't you see? And 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. You know I'm not the kind of girl to run around with a married man, don't you? You know what you said about meeting someone? How you begin to like them? And you can't think about anybody else? You'd have told me you had a wife, Chris. Yes, but I'm not in love with her, Kitty. Well, you're married, eh? Well, I was lonely. I couldn't stand my loneliness. Well, then you're not angry with me? Well, I suppose I ought to be, but I'm not. Not with you, Chris. And I'm going to let you help me. How much do you need? Five hundred dollars. I need five hundred dollars. I could pay it back ten dollars a week. That's all right, Mr. Cross. But you'll have to have a co-signer. Thank you, no. Property owner. Property owner? Just a formality. Look, I'll give you a ready-to-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. I'd like to know what you'd do without me. Oh, dear Homer, if only you had a grave where I could put some flowers. Why, you couldn't even ask me to marry you. I had to put the words into your mouth. I'd have been better off a widow. Do you only reason I put up with you is because I'm married to you. I'm stuck. Yes, and I'm stuck, too. That is very brave. What's the matter with you? Why are you shouting at me? Well, you keep blaming me for not buying you a radio. What do you think I like running downstairs every night to listen to the radio? Why don't you buy a radio? You have money. Is insurance money? Well, I don't want a radio. You want it. I'll never touch those bonds. Therefore, my old age. If Homer were alive, I'd have a radio. He made a good salary. He gave me a good home. Well, you're living in the same apartment, aren't you? Yes. But it didn't smell of paint. I can't sleep with the smell of paint. And all of those silly pictures guttering up the hall. If you don't get rid of that trash, I swear I'll... I doubt. I will. I swear I will. And the things you paint. It was bad enough when you used to copy picture postcards. Well, Utrilo copies postcards and he's considered a great painter. Now, I suppose you're copying Utilo or whatever his name is. They're getting crazier all the time. Oh, yes. I saw what you're doing. Girls. Snakes. Next thing you'll be painting women without clothes. I never saw a woman without new clothes. I should hope not. Happy household hours. Just coming on, dear. I'll be right down, Dora. Mr. Cross came home late. Go ahead and eat. And then do the dishes. This is the happy household hour. Brought to you at this time by Happy Hour Bubble Suds. No soap gives you more happiness, more washings, and more suds per package than Happy Hour Bubble Suds. Ask your nearest grocer for the large economy size package today. And now for the next episode of Hilda's Hope for Happiness. As you remember, we left Hilda in the laundry. Bubble Suds, Hilda. That's it, you radio. This murderer in Queens, a man killed his wife with a window wait put a body in the trunk and shipped it to California. It says here... I've read the paper, thank you. It didn't get away with it, did it? He'll go to the chair as he should. Yeah. The man hasn't got a chance with these New York detectives. Can't you put that paper down and do the dishes? Paintings the weight of the junk, man. To let you do it, go ahead. The sooner the better. The illustrator? He had this apartment on a three-year lease. Couldn't work anywhere in the studio. The sketches on the wall are Rivera's. He'd do that with his model sometimes when he was working on a magazine cover. Some people pay a lot of money for those. Are you an artist, Miss March? Uh-huh. Well, this way. Oh, there are some things that Rivera left here stored in the basement. There you go with the apartment if you care to use them. Here you are. Will they change the paper? I guess so on a year's lease. I'll pick it out myself. Well, don't break... See, 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, honey. You're supposed to be an actress, aren't you? Shakespeare for Pete's sake. He hadn't sold any pictures for a long. 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, can't he? He's got a wife, hasn't he? Just drop a hint that his wife might find out about this apartment and he'll shell out fast. That's blackmail. It's only black when you're dumb enough to get caught. I didn't think you were out. It's only 10 past 12. A rang rang downstairs and I found the door was open. Well... Now 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 her, funny face. Hey, Mr. Prince. Could be. Last time I saw Johnny, he was talking about going to Hollywood. I might try it yet. Well, I read in a movie magazine about a fellow who landed in Hollywood stone broke and cleaned up a million. No experience, either. All he had was looks and he worked in a drugstore. If he worked, Johnny, it didn't look like you. You two stop fighting. I'm not fighting, baby. She just doesn't know my speed. Why here are movie actors getting five, 10,000 a week? For what? For actin' tough, for pushin' girls in the face. What do they do I can't do? You're so clever, why don't you do it? I might, funny face. I might. Oh, Millie's boyfriend. Come on, 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, uh, Johnny Prince. Glad to know you, Mr. Cross. How do you do? Yeah, I've seen you before, somewhere. Could be. Could be, Mr. Cross. Yes, I, uh... I just don't seem to remember. Maybe I'm mistaken. Could be. Well, I'll just run along, kid. I'll go with you, sweetheart. Oh, don't bother, Johnny. I wouldn't think of lettin' you go alone, darling. You might get run over by a streetcar. Goodbye, Mr. Cross. Bye. Nice to see you. Thanks for the scotch, Millie. That's okay. Bye. I like that young man she's in love with. Oh, Johnny's all right. Oh, I know he is, or he wouldn't be a friend, but, uh... There's something about him that... She's crazy about him. Would you, uh... Would you like to see my pictures? Not yet. Come sit down, Chris. First time in my life. Very happy. I think of you all the time. All I want is to see you, be near you. It'd be right to ask you this, but... Have you ever... There must have been another man 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'd, uh... Something would happen that would make me free. Would you marry me? Oh, let's not talk about it now, dear. What I'm worried about is getting a job. Living like this, it's expensive. I don't like to ask you for anything more, because... Well, you say you haven't sold any pictures lately. Yes, but don't you have enough money? No, you have no idea what a problem money is for an actress, Chris. Talent doesn't count in the theater. Everything is pooled, contacts, knowing the right people. You have to get an agent. They charge plenty. Wear smart clothes, be attractive. Oh, but Kitty, you're beautiful. Ah, Chris. Your face doesn't mean a thing. It's clothes, perfumes, making the right impression. When 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? Well, 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 well, there's a limit. Yes, I know. Well, I've got to go. I'm supposed to be back. I'll come here tomorrow noon, Kitty. I'll be waiting for you. I'm sorry you have to go. Have I, dear? Don't forget the money. I'll get it. That's seeing snakes on the air. Imagine anyone paying money for this stuff. Too dumb to be a phony. You're right there. Then how would he go? Why, 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 going to find out about it. I like this one. But where would you find flowers like that? And what do I do when he asks where they are? Say you put them in storage. You know, you've got to protect them. You can't be valuable paintings lying around where somebody can pick them up. You'd get in trouble any gallery'd know his work. He tried to kiss me today. And don't think I liked it. Oh, you've been kissed before. They're not even signed. Well, that doesn't matter. They'd know them. Not where I take them, baby. Johnny, I can't stand to have anybody touch me but you. I hate him when he looks at me like that. They were mean or vicious. Or if he bore me out or something, I'd like him better. Oh, love me, or you don't understand what I mean. No. All through, Ben. You can let me out in a minute. Yes, sir. Where were you, Chris? It's personal. Yes, of course, J.J. What's the matter with you, Nick? Where'd you pick them up? Oh, 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 fellow 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 any name on it. That was jewelry. Bring me some more of that and we can do business, Johnny. Take this junk back to Washington Square where you got it. I can see you got a knife or art to what it painted. I'm not. Anything good? Certain peculiar perspective. Is that important? I should say it is. Look at my painting. Where did you buy them? I didn't buy them. I want to sell them. Oh, you want me to sell them on commission? How much do you think they're worth? I always start everything at 25. Then, you know, it's a hard business selling pictures. Yeah, people don't buy art nowadays. No appreciation, no taste, no perception. And no perspective. Let me have your name and address. I'll come back later. So long. Well, where'd you get that? Off, Nick. Well, what about my ring? You know how much a good diamond costs? Well, I gave you $900. Well, you pipe down. You've been telling me what a dope the old guy is. Maybe you're the dope. You tell just paintings are worth a lot of money. Did you check up on a story? Well, what's wrong with that? They're worth just 25. Well, don't get sore. Well, then don't tell me I'm crazy. I tell you, the old boy's a phony. His money isn't phony, 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 nerve enough to steal. 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 have heard him. People stood around and listened. What museum? The Metropolitan. Yipe. They've got pictures there with a million bucks. Where are you going? I'm going to make a monkey out of you, lazy legs. You can't take his pictures to the museum? Who says I can't? Aiman Janeway. Don't you know who Mr. Janeway is? 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. Told me to telephone him. You wait here, huh? No, no. Oh, smarty pants. Going to make a monkey out of poor dopey little kitty. So you gave away two pictures for a couple of times, and now you can't collect the dimes. Oh, right. What am I going to tell Chris? He won't find out. That heck he won't, that Janeway's a critic. He writes for the newspaper. Ah. Golly, you got us in a spot. I told you not to do it. You're just nervous. The old guy who sold them doesn't know me from Adam. Say, give me that drink. I can use it. It's 20%. I don't know what you're talking about. What the pictures you brought me. Perhaps we'd better introduce ourselves. My name is Janeway. This is Mr. Delaro. 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. Delaro 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? Oh, Johnny, no. Oh, don't be so modest, Miss March. Now you see, you got me in bed. She made me promise not to tell. That's why I made out like I didn't know. It is funny about her painting. Never lets anyone see it. Doesn't even put her name on her pictures. And so I observed. You're an extraordinary artist, Miss March. Oh, no. See, she can't stare for anybody to talk about her. She got the idea pictures 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, Miss March. May we see some more of it? Sure. Go ahead. Look in the studio. Thank you. Try a thing like this? For God's sake, 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 is 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 along with you. No, no, wait. Ever since she was a kid, Mr. Janeway. Never went to art school, did she? No, she just picked it up. I guess I'm the only one who's been encouraging her, kind of helping her along. As a friend, you know, just a friend. Oh, uh, I didn't get your name. Prince, Mr. Janeway, she's, uh, kind of upset. Maybe you'd go and talk to her. Glad to. 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 feeling grows? It's like, like falling in love, I guess. The way I look at it, every painting, if it's any good, is a love affair. Oh, no, no, no. Please don't write about me. I can see you're going to be a very hard case. Why don't you have confidence in your work? Because I can't grow. I just put a line around what I feel when I look at things. A very stimulating person to talk to. How are you two getting along? I think I'm breaking the ice. Kitty, Mr. Delaro wants to handle all your work exclusively. Is it all right? As a friend, I'd advise it. Could you come to the galleries tomorrow? What time? Any time that's convenient. And then lunch afterward with me. Well, I... She'll be there. I'm glad you're around, Mr. Prince, to make up her mind for it. I can see you're tired, Miss March. This has been enough for one evening. We'd better go. Thanks, Mr. Janeway. So long. Night, Mr. Delaro. Good night. Don't know what you told Janeway, but you've got him eating right out of your hand. It won't stop with lunch. Well, what's the difference? If you mean... Oh, stop acting like a green kid. Let him talk about what he wants to talk about. He won't talk about art. If I had any sense, I'd walk out on you. You haven't got any, sir. Just like you'd sign a letter. I just dropped in. I thought Millie was here. I hope you don't mind me looking at your picture. Oh, no, not at all. Markable painting. You have a little trouble with perspective, don't you? Yes, that's one thing I never could master, perspective. I guess I'll have to run along. So long, Mr. Gross. If Millie drops in, tell her I'll be at Tiny's place. Oh, don't bother. I'll let myself out. Johnny's all right. He's a nice fellow, Chris, really is. 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? Oh, was he? Oh, kitty. No. Go ahead and paint if you want to. I'm not going to stick around if you're going to torment me. Kitty, don't be angry. Why do 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. Well, I can't. I can't do a thing when you're angry with me. Do you want me to go? Get to torment me about something. Get to torment me about something that's over and done with. Well, because I... something might happen. What? You better not let your wife hear you talking like that. Well, of course I'd marry you if you were free, but you're not, so let's not talk about it. Now you go on and paint. What could I paint you? I was going to do this myself, but, uh... Don't get excited. Let me help you off with your coat. Well, you're the one that's excited. Look at your... get away with that knife. Do you want to cut my... I've been here a work for years. Pretending you painted those pictures out of your own head and all the time you were just copying the work of a real artist. I'll bet you're at Delaro's every day making notes. Where? You know where. Delaro's Art Gallery in 57th Street. They've got a window full of paintings by Catherine March. You're talking crazy. She gets $500 for a single picture. She's a genius. No wonder I used to think sometimes 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. Pictures are the best things you've done. What about Jane Lee, Lazy Lake? 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. Getting that look in his eye. Oh, well, for you to say, but what about the wear and tear on my nerves? Papa will take care of Kitty. Baby's going to have a big and a shiny limousine. And a penthouse. And Johnny, he goes with the penthouse. I just can't understand. It's not possible. You're humiliating. I couldn't ask you for more. You've been so generous. All those pictures put my name on them, but I wanted to know who painted them, but I just couldn't give them your name. It didn't seem to make any difference. And what the funny part is, it made a great deal of difference. If I'd bought those pictures to a man like Delaro, you wouldn't have taken them. Oh, you're a great painter, Chris. Mr. Delaro said so, and so did Mr. Janeway. Say, I am. Well, they're going to keep on saying it. Not don't, don't, Kitty, not don't cry. I'm happy. Why, it's just like a dream. Oh, Chris is so good, so kind. Well, what difference does it make whose name is on those pictures? Yours or mine? Why, it's just like we were married. Pick your name. Your little authority around here. I want to paint your picture, Kitty. How about it? What's your life? Mona Lisa without a smile. Something hidden. Sometimes it seems as if she were two people. I mentioned that in my notice. Would you work here to see if? No name, sir, but you said he was a detective. I'll explain everything. Well, I was in trouble at the time I'd been collecting a little extra money for these things along the waterfront. Word got around the headquarters for investigation. One night I'm down by Brooklyn Bridge trying to fix things up. Man runs in to speak easy and says, woman just jumped off the bridge. So I run out and tear off my coat, jump in, whistle on right down on top of me. It comes a cold bark. So I grab a hole and climb aboard. I look down at my hand. What do you think I got? Her pocketbook when I thought it was her hat. And inside is $2,700 in folding money. Imagine anybody committing suicide with that much money. Well, the cold barge unloaded on a banana boat bound for Honduras. You're not dead. I'm not really married to her. What's it worth to you for me to keep my mouth shut and just fade away? Yes, but if you're Adele's husband... Wait a minute. I can see you need Adele. I need money. Your cash here it ought to be easy for you to put your hands on a couple of thousand. Oh, I couldn't do a thing like that. You're going back to it? No, but not to do you a favor, mister. I'm clearing out for Adele's sake. And don't think you're going to get any peace of mind, either. I might turn up again someday. She'd kick you out in a minute for a man like me in your head. But you'll have to wait here. It'll have to be closed at six o'clock. Oh, wait, Croth. Hi, Marquette. Don't forget the champagne, baby. Nice car you have, Johnny. She go fast, huh? I'd like to see any cop try to catch me. Say, I'll give you four bits for a bucket full of that ice. Okay, Johnny. You give it back, huh? Sure, sure. Don't you think your wife's worth more than that? I want you to get all that's coming to you, Mr. Higgins. Now, what about the insurance money? Yeah, $2,000. On your life. Adele collected it. It's really yours, isn't it? She keeps it right in her eye. I wouldn't touch a penny of it, Mr. Higgins, but everything legal. But just how would I get it? That's easy. This is the night that she always goes out to the movies. I let you in. You take the money. But why don't you get it? Oh, why? Got to be able to say that I didn't touch it. You know it. Well, I do. I guess this curtain will come along the street or on the chest. Keepers, I love you. I don't understand it. You don't understand anything. But why get sore at me? Well, what use of my brains if I'm tied up with a dump clerk like you? I told you to watch your step, didn't I? That's right. Blame it on me. Why'd you keep me here tonight? I didn't want to stay. Well, it's a truth. I'm fed up with this. Johnny. That's the only thing you ever understood. I'm through! I'm with stones. For the end thereof is the pit of hell. Merciful to me, a sinner. Kitty you seen Johnny go to tiny's was he getting tight he can't live without me any more than I can live without him said he was coming back here to beat me up hey that guy shoots off his mouth oh you don't have to warn me that's just the way he talks you were in love you'd understand oh stop it Johnny wouldn't kill a fly graduation you couldn't love a man like that kitty he's evil he wouldn't let you alone isn't that right what about your wife I haven't any wife that's finished my husband turned up I'm free 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 I want you to be my wife we'll go away together way far off so you can forget this other man cry kitty please don't cry oh I'm laughing idiot how than a man be so dumb I first met you you're old and ugly and I'm sick of you sick sick sick kitty for him sick you killed Johnny I'd like to see you try why he'd break every bone in your body he'll take him along you can make the complete mr. Hogarth alone but mr. Hogarth I know you've done your duty and I'm obliged to you box of cigars on the table take him along with you okay mr. Hogarth it's up to you back that was my car George too it's got your in hundred and forty dollars was taken out of a park about it was mine sir diamond ring worth oh five or six hundred dollars oh don't you it cost twelve hundred not much value but he came to her out well why wouldn't I she didn't have any more use for it did she boy I'm a citizen I got my right belongs to you too huh it's got your fingerprints on it well naturally I picked it up how did I know she was dead I thought she was asleep at first she didn't paint those pictures old cross isn't as dumb as he looks he painted up 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 when he left my place around 2 a.m. that's when I tell him you look out Johnny you kill a somebody so he kills her with my eyes big and then I heard her say hello Johnny before she hung up he was there all right what I don't understand is 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 a handwriting with a signature there's no question Mr. Cross paint he only copied her work stole from me from his employer from Catherine March my wife I mean my former wife is correct I really can't paint thank you sing sing yeah I must say this is one I don't mind you sure cook Johnny's goes Mr. Cross when you testified you couldn't paint nobody cook Johnny's goes 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'll watch the jury he'd have kept his trap shut he might have got off his life sure the evidence was only circumstantial what do you mean that a fair trial didn't he yeah but there's always a doubt I suppose you fellas are going to say it is a miscarriage of justice that someone is getting away with murder not me there's no such thing Mr. Cross nobody gets away with murder how's that oh don't get him started you took your ear off that's his pet theory all right go ahead and laugh all you like but no escapes punishment I figure we have a little courtroom right in here judge jury and I don't get it well murder never solves anything how about it fellas you sorry but I have to admit your ride the problem just moved in here where it can never get out right here in solid in yourself you can't get away with it never that is making a sense well you haven't seen as much of murder as I have Mr. Cross I'd rather have the judge give me the words and have to do myself what time they throw the switch oh no kitty it's him that's what he killed in you he's a murderer no he's not not Johnny see Chris she loves me that's why you had to die you're the one I killed I'd like to see you try he break every bone always trying to give himself up to be tried and executed