Out of the Blue

Good morning Rabelais.

Good morning Rabelais.

Good morning Rabelais.

He's burying a bone in Mrs. Earthleigh's zinnias.

Who's burying a bone, dear?

That bachelor's dog from 10B.

I think it's going to be hotter than yesterday.

They found another.

Another what, dear?

Body, wrapped in a blood stained blanket.

The fourth inside of a month.

It must be a fiend.

Women are warned not to go out after dark

until the Greenwich Village Murderer has been caught.

Greenwich Village Murderer indeed.

He's probably from Uptown.

I, for one, shan't set foot out of this building.

We've always been safe so far.

There they are now.

- Who dear? - The Earthleighs.

You forgot the sugar again!

Oh, yes dear.

He forgot the sugar again.

He's so forgetful.

That old maid on the 12th floor's watching us again.

She's there every morning at 8:05 like clockwork.

Don't look now Arthur!

Oh, oatmeal, oh yes.

It's Saturday.

Oh, we're in for another scorcher,

should be cooler in Connecticut.

I do wish you were coming with me.

Now Mae.

Well I was only thinking of your comfort.

Cecelia does have that breeze from the river.

The river gets that breeze from Cecilia.

Arthur, you know I don't like jokes about my sister.

My train leaves at 6:30.

You'll be there on time?

Of course, dear.

Oh, I hate leaving you alone.

If it weren't Cecelia's anniversary,

but you must admit in the seven years we've been married,

I haven't left you alone very often.

Uh huh, that's right, dear.

And I appreciate it.

Arthur, can't you read your newspaper on the bus?

I like to read it sitting down.

Arthur!

You're not going to smoke?

But this is not in the house!

All right, if you must be technical

I'll bring you an ashtray.

Arthur, look!

My zinnias!

It's that dog, that artist's dog!

I knew, you see, a bone, he's buried a bone!

Keep that for evidence.

Oh my poor, poor little zinnias.

Arthur, that dog has got to go.

This time you must be firm.

What do you expect me to do about it?

What any man would do to protect his own home.

This calls for action.

Of course, if you're afraid.

No, of course I'm not afraid.

Well, I'll talk to him, here take this.

Why don't you answer it?

Hello?

Galleo?

This is your neighbor, Arthur Earthleigh.

My wife just unearthed a bone in her flower box.

Tell her if no one calls for it

in 30 days she can keep it.

The bone happens to belong to your dog.

Tell your wife she can keep the bone,

I'll get my dog another.

But she doesn't want the bone!

Then why did she dig it up?

Now see here Galleo,

you've got to keep him off this terrace.

No, no, he's got to get rid of him.

You've got to get rid of him.

Get rid of Rabelais!

I'll get rid of you first!

Indeed, sir.

And just how do you propose to do that?

There are ways, Mr. Earthleigh.

You've got to get rid of that dog today.

Now, give him away, sell him.

Mr. Galleo, please, such language!

My wife is right at my elbow!

Well I'll bet she is

and gnawing on Rabelais's bone no doubt.

Now look here, Mr. Earthleigh,

I don't mind your wife stealing my dog's bone

but if you return that bone to me in first class condition,

I'm willing to forget the whole thing.

What's the matter?

He wants the bone back.

Arthur, really.

Mention the renting agent.

Galleo, if you don't do what we say,

I'll notify the renting agent immediately.

Oh, come on now, Earthleigh, after all we're neighbors,

we both live on the 10th floor.

Do me a favor will you, jump off!

Well?

He hung up.

Well don't just stand there like a totem pole.

Do something!

I'll do something.

What?

Oh, well, I'll see my lawyer.

Fine!

And tell him about the parade of women that streams

through that bachelor's apartment day and night.

Oh, those are his models.

Well, some of them must be.

Oh hello, pardon me.

- Have you a Mister...? - 10B, step in.

- I'm looking for Mr. Galleo... - I know, 10B.

Step in.

But how did you know I wanted Mr. Galleo.

Well because you've got the face and the figure for 10B.

- I have? - Mm-hm.

Come in.

Hello Rabelais.

Well it's about time you got here.

Mr. Galleo, I'm Deborah Tyler,

I tried to get you on the phone but you're not listed so I...

That's all right, I'll be right with you.

Just take off your clothes.

I beg your pardon?

Get undressed, as soon as I finish breakfast

we'll go to work.

Just a minute, please.

Oh, I bet forgot to bring a bathing suit, hm.

Well, there are couple in there.

Mr. Galleo, I'm not a model.

I came to see you about Rabelais.

Rabelais, did he bury a bone in your zinnias too?

What?

Did Arthur Earthleigh send you?

Who?

That guy next door, he just phoned me about Rabelais.

Has he made you an offer?

I'll meet any terms he may have proposed.

You can have your choice, a flat rate,

pick of the litter or both.

Say, uh, who are you anyway?

Deborah Tyler, I own Zantippy.

That so?

What's Zantippy.

My prize Shepherd.

Oh.

When your Rabelais took best of breed

at the Philadelphia show, I'm from Philadelphia,

I decided then my Zantippy must someday meet your Rabelais.

That's why I'm here.

Just a minute, Miss Tyler.

Rabelais, leave the room.

You see there's a little wolf in Rabelais

and I wouldn't want him to get the wrong impression.

Oh, I see.

Now what's your proposition?

Anything you ask.

Anything?

Yes, I'll give anything to arrange this match.

Sold.

You haven't named a price.

Well you see Rabelais really doesn't need any money.

He leads a very happy life here in the village.

He has all the bones he can possibly handle

and I don't want puppies.

Mr. Galleo, I came here on business.

Art is my business,

I would like you to pose for me.

You're not serious?

Why not? You pose for me,

Zantippy gets Rabelais and they live happily ever after.

But I don't know the...

You have an interesting neck. Your hands are good.

Of course, the face could be a little longer.

It will be a little longer if you don't get serious.

We'll try some quick sketches just as you are...

No, no, better get into a bathing suit.

Now, but, I have a fitting at 10:30

and shopping and a luncheon date.

I thought you were so crazy

to have Zantippy meet Rabelais.

Oh I am, but...

Well, then let's not waste time talking,

I think I can find a bathing suit that will fit you.

Some iced tea dear?

Oh, relaxing always makes me so tired.

It isn't the relaxing,

I think the heat takes it out of us.

He's got another.

Another what, dear?