Street of Chance

Hey, you!

Serious?

No, just badly shaken up with a little scratch.

He'll be all right. -Sure.

Lucky that big piece there didn't sock you.

All right, it's all over. Break it up, folks.

How about standing up?

Come on, get going. -Yeah.

I'm all right. Thanks.

Like to come with us for a checkup?

No, I better get home to my wife.

She worries if I'm late. -Name and address.

My name is Frank Thompson,

169 North Rutherford.

Stick around. We'll have to pick up a few names of witnesses.

Remember now, if you don't feel so hot,

drop in at the hospital and have yourself looked at.

I will. Thanks.

Hey, mister.

Don't forget your hat.

Oh, thanks.

This isn't mine.

Sure it is. I seen it on you when you fell down.

What?

Don't you know your own hat, mister?

OK now?

Wait a minute. There's something wrong here, officer.

This hat and cigarette case don't belong to me.

He had it on when he fell down. I seen it.

And he took that out of his pocket.

Beat it.

Say,

What part of town is this?

22nd and Tillary.

What am I doing here? -Don't you know?

I've never been here before in my life.

There's no reason why I should be here.

I can't even remember how I got here.

Sure you don't want to go someplace and lay down for a little while?

No.

I'm going to get away from here.

How can I get home?

How can I get to N. Rutherford St.?

That's way uptown.

The 'L' is three blocks over.

The East Side subway is down the street there.

Or you can get the Greenline bus.

Thanks.

VACANCY

Virginia.

Virginia?

Virginia!

What do you want? Who are you?

Why, Mr. Thompson, what are you doing around here?

Thinking of taking your old flat back?

It's vacant again.

The last tenant moved out only a week ago.

What are you talking about?

What's happened?

I'm sure I couldn't say what's happened.

Your wife didn't take me into her confidence when she moved away.

Moved?

It was only this morning that I said goodbye to her at that very door.

Are you sure you're feeling quite well, Mr. Thompson?

Where has she gone?

Tell me where I can find her.

Please. -Tell me.

She's living around at Anderson St.

Second building from the corner.

Apartment 4A.

MISS VIRGINIA MORRISON

Virginia.

What is this?

What's it all about?

What happened?

This apartment.

Your name over the doorbell.

Your maiden name.

What did you do it for?

Why did you move?

What reason?

What possible reason could you have had to do such a thing without telling me?

Frank.

Virginia, stop it.

Frank, I...

I went home. You weren't there. I...

Mrs. Webb told me that...

Tell me, tell me. There must be some explanation.

It doesn't make sense. It's like a bad dream.

You've come back, Frank. I knew you would.

Why shouldn't I come back?

Come back?

From where?

Why do you say that?

When I left for the office this morning...

Did I say or do anything that made you think I wasn't coming back?

This morning?

Yes.

You kissed me goodbye,

you called out after me,

Are you sure you've got your muffler? It's cold out.

What are you saying? This morning?

I moved here over a year ago.

The weather alone ought to tell you that.

It's warm out.

You're not wearing your muffler.

Or even your coat now.

You left me in the winter.

And now, it's spring.

We've both read of cases like this.

Amnesia.

On your way to the office that last morning,

something must have happened to you.

Some accident, some blow.

Just like what happened tonight.

You just didn't know who you were anymore.

Forgot where you were going.

Forgot to come home to me.

What must you have thought?

What you must have gone through.

Darling, you're back and that's all that counts.

But you...

How did you mange to get along?

I got a job.

Several.

Modelling, typing in an advertising agency.

I did very well too.

Of course, I haven't been working lately

but there's enough in the bank to keep us going

until you get started again.

Did they ever call up from the office?

Naturally.

I told them you had a nervous breakdown.

I was too proud to let anybody know

I didn't know where you were.

That you'd left me without a word.

Oh, poor Virginia.

I wonder

if there's a chance they'd take me back.

I don't see why not.

You were the head of your department.

Mr. Clark was always terribly fond of you.

I don't know. I don't know which way to turn.

What to do or what to think.

I can't think.

I can't remember.

You will.

But don't worry about it tonight.

Just rest.

Hold on to the things you're sure of.

You're home.

And you're safe.

And I'm with you.

Take the elevator three going up.

I must say, Frank Thompson,

you don't look much like you've had a nervous breakdown.

I'm all right now or I wouldn't be here.

Yes, sir?

Mr. Clark says for you to go right in.

Thanks.

Well, well, the return of the prodigal.

Come on in, Frank.

You better familiarize yourself with all these new accounts first, Frank.

Then we can pick it up from there and you're all set.

All right. Thanks, Mr. Clark.

If there's anything else you want to know, just give me a buzz.

Extra, read all about it.

Get your paper. Extra, extra.

Get going will you? Get in the car.

Don't stop! Don't stop!

Sorry, mister, red light.

You didn't have any trouble getting organized at the office today, did you?

Frank?

I said, you didn't have any trouble remembering today.

I mean people and things.

The way they were before you went away.

Did you? -Not a bit.

That's good.

I'm sure you'll be able to recall what happened in that other time.

I hope you're right.

It's so lovely out.

How would you like to take a little stroll somewhere?

Or maybe go to a picture, huh?

No.

No, I...

I don't want to go anywhere tonight.

All right.

Frank!

Hello.

Yes.

Just a moment, please.

It's your office.

Hello.

Oh, yes, Miss Peabody.

I was working a little late tonight, Mr. Thompson,

and a call came through for you.

Someone wanted your telephone number.

Who was it?

He didn't give any name.

No name at all?