Crack-Up1946

Terry Cordell:
[Opening her car's passenger door] Come on. Get in.

George Steele:
No thanks, I'll take a streetcar; I can trust streetcars. [A policeman's whistle is heard and we see two cops running toward Steele. Steele jumps into the car, and they take off.] What's your racket girlie? Whattya do for a living?

Terry Cordell:
I'm outta my head. I drive around in cars picking up psychopathic killers. [softening] Someone has to look after you. I was at a party at Reynolds'. Things began to come apart at the seams. I drove Traybin....

George Steele:
[interrupting] I know that.

Terry Cordell:
OK, you know that. You know everything. You're the great Steele. You walk through brick walls. You... [She pulls over] You can wait here. They're going to put in a streetcar soon. Unless... unless you have some dim idea of what you're doing and want me to help you.

George Steele:
I always ask one question of people who want to join my club. Who's Traybin?