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Nah.

How much longer will I have to sit here?

That depends.

But I told ya, I didn't do anything.

You were drunk and disorderly.

- So, I had a few. - No identification.

You say your name's Al Willis. We don't know.

Must've left my wallet at a bar. That's no crime.

If you are who you say you are, there's no need to worry.

- A man's checking on you now. - Cops!

You guys give me a pain.

Think you got a licence to shove people around?

I'm a respectable citizen. I never had any cop trouble before.

Well, then, you won't have any now, so take it easy.

I'm gettin' outta here.

Take your grubby hands off me.

Stinkin' cops!

Nobody socks me around like that.

Nobody.

I get even.

I always do.

- What happened? - Brought him in on a drunk charge.

Questioning him about those East Side robberies.

He got wild, and I got careless.

- You better have that taken care of. - Yeah.

Excuse me, Chief. Fred, Albert Willis is the name all right.

Runs that bakery like he said. Good reputation.

As far as I can tell he's never even been arrested.

All right, tell him he can go.

Ed, I want to talk to you in the morning about the Foley jewel theft.

You haven't been makin' too much progress.

Well, you know what we've had to go on.

I'd like those robbery reports on my desk

- first thing in the morning, Fred. - All right.

- Working kinda late again. - Yeah.

Yeah, lots to do.

You seen this?

What's that Goodwin want, anyway?

New chief of detectives. I'll hear about it in the morning.

I got an appointment with the commissioner.

I, er...

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

I want to apologise for what I said and did.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(SHUSHING)

Joanie had a bad dream.

She's all right now.

Did you, er... have a good time?

Ah, sure. Er...

- I'm sorry I'm late, dear. - Al!

Huh? Oh, it's nothing, I...

I had a little trouble, that's all.

- What happened? - The police.

They thought I was someone else. It was a mistake.

- But they hurt you. - Nah, it's all over. Forget it.

Now, go to bed, huh?

I'll run down the shop, see if everything's all right.

I'll see you in a little while.

She hit me on the head with a plate.

You can't see the scar 'cause some hair's grown over it.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Well, good night, Max.

- Good night, Lieutenant. See you tomorrow. - You bet.

(TWO GUNSHOTS)

MAN: Hello? Hello?

Attention, all units. Attention, all units.

Hold anyone in possession of firearms

for investigation of the murder of a police lieutenant.

Refer any information to Homicide Detail, Central Headquarters.

No description of suspect.

- (TYRES SCREECHING) - (SIREN BLARING)

(SIREN BLARING)

Here they are.

- 32s, eh? - Not quite, fraction smaller. 7.63s.

Probably fired from a German Mauser.

That's somethin'. Special gun might not be so hard to find.

Well, that eliminates most of the fish we hauled in last night.

Lots of Colts and a few Lugers.

- No Mauser. - Want some coffee, Stu?

No, thanks.

- Thanks, Stu. - Right.

Owen, check out Fred's active sheet.

He might've been closin' in on someone. And give his files a goin'-over.

- Somebody could've been holdin' a grudge. - Be right on it.

Now, wait a minute.

Come on.

Later.

CONROY: Al Willis.

Bring him in.

Happy honeymoon!

- Bye! - Have a good trip!

Drop us a line, now!

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

- Happy honeymoon. - Bye, bye.

- Albert Willis? - Yeah?

I'm Captain Kincaid. Homicide.

- We'd like you to come with us. - What for?

We want to talk to you about the killing of Lieutenant Parks.

Al!

I don't know anything about it. Just what I read in the papers.

- I don't know anything. - We'll talk about it downtown.

I don't want to go downtown. They'll beat me.

- Mr Willis, you... - I won't go!

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(PANTING) I didn't do it.

I don't know anything about it.

I didn't kill him.

- Get me a doctor, will ya? - You'll live.

At least let me get it bandaged.

You'll get it fixed just fine,

as soon as you admit you killed Lieutenant Parks.

- I didn't do it, I told ya. - You ran.

- I was scared. - Yeah.

Yeah, sure you were, because you killed him.

No, I kept thinking how they beat me up the last time.

And who started that?

All right, I was drunk, sore.

I admitted I was wrong. What more do you want?

You also swore you'd get even, and now ya have.

No!

I know things are pretty bad for me now,

starting that fight and all of that.

But shooting off at the mouth is one thing,

and killing a guy's something else.

Not always.

Why are you so anxious to pin this thing on me, anyway?

Why?

Because you killed him, that's why.

Because you shot him in the back with a German Mauser.

- A what? - Now, where did you hide the gun?

I've never even seen a German Mauser.

- Why don't you leave me alone?! - I will.

Just as soon as you tell me the truth.

Now let's start all over again. Where were you last night?

I told ya, I told ya. I was at my shop working, baking.

All night?

From eleven o'clock on. Ask my help. Ask any of 'em.

Lieutenant Parks was killed within two blocks of your place.

I don't suppose you coulda slipped out,

killed him and ducked back without being missed, could ya?

- Not much! - (DOOR OPENING)

Willis' attorney and wife are out there.

My name's Frazier. I'm Mr Willis' attorney.

- I don't believe you've met Mrs Willis. - How are you?

The officers didn't have to hit him like that.

They didn't.

They were justified, Mrs Willis. Your husband was resisting arrest.

May I see him?

Please?

All right.

Chief, I think you should know that I have three of Willis' employees

ready to testify that he was in the shop all night long.

You didn't waste any time, did you?

And I can produce a dozen character witnesses.

- You got the wrong man, Chief. - I don't think so.

Mrs Willis already phoned her councilman, Edgar Goodwin,

and told him what's been happening to her husband.

Naturally, the councilman's interested.

Naturally.

Now, don't you think the wise thing to do would be to let him go?

No, I don't.

He's a killer.

(PICKING UP PHONE AND DIALLING)

Wilma? Mr Frazier.

May I speak to him, please?

Frank, Chief Conroy would like to speak to you.

- Hello. - Joe?

What's with this Willis thing?

Goodwin's got to you already, I see.

Now don't sour up, Joe.

He's just doing his duty, trying to protect a constituent.

Yeah?

Now, you keep forgetting,

any public department is answerable to a lot of people.

That's the way things work.

- Now, what about Willis? - I'm going to hold him.

Well, have you got anything on him?

I mean, anything tangible in the way of evidence?

No.

- Then, I don't see how you can... - He did it!

I saw his face when he made that vow.

Proof, Joe. What proof have ya?

Just give me a little time with him and I'll have all the proof I need.

Look, Joe, I like ya,

but I don't know what's got into ya lately.

Maybe you're workin' too hard or somethin',

but you're gettin' yourself a rough reputation.

Now, take a tip.

Change your tactics, or you're liable to find yourself without a job.

Now, you better turn Willis loose.

All right.

All right, you can go.

I don't know what you're trying to do,

but I don't want to be a fall guy for anyone.

I'm innocent, honest.

Put a tail on him.

MAN: (ON INTERCOM) Sergeant Brawley.

Vic, I want a tracer out on Al Willis.

- Yes, sir. - All right.

- Morning, George. - Morning, Jane.

George.

Lawn sure looks a lot better.

I'm tellin' ya, Henry's got a green thumb.

Bye, dear.

- I guess I should've been a gardener, George. - Yeah.

- No kiddin', I really got the touch. - (GEORGE CHUCKLING)

Well, maybe someday I'll get myself a little nursery and I'll get every...

About a quarter to twelve last night, Willis came out of the shop,

and went directly to the community church.

I waited across the street so I could watch the front and side door.

Twenty minutes later, I began to wonder.

Walked over, looked inside...

no Willis.

Figured he ran out the back door, so I scoured the neighbourhood.

Nothing.

Twenty after two, I spotted him back in the shop again, mixing dough.

That's about it, Chief.

Yeah. Go along home, huh?

Nice.

- (CHUCKLING) - Nice, eh?

- How about another flower over here? - No, I don't think so.

Joanie's going to like it.

Hey, what is this?

Search warrant, Mr Willis.

Well, what do you expect to find?

Oh, we're not particular,

as long as it's a German Mauser or explosives.

Explosives?

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

You know, quarter of twelve at night

is a strange time for a man to go to church.

I go to church whenever I want to.

There's no rule says when a man's supposed to pray.

But you didn't go there to pray.

You went in there to ditch your shadow, slipped out the back way,

- wired Sergeant Jenkin's car with a bomb. - Bomb?

I still don't know what you're talkin' about.

All right, where were you this morning between midnight and 2:20?

Well, I was...

I was at the, er...

At the Merchants' Club.

That's right, I was at the Merchants' Club.

We had a... a big party, a celebration.

Mm-hmm. Why'd you leave the church by the back door?

Well, the club's on 4th Street, and it's... it's closer that way.

Lots of people at the party?

Yeah, and they saw me.

- Liquor? - Well...

So, you went in, spread yourself around to establish an alibi and left.

Alibi?

What do I need an alibi for?! I haven't done anything!

Why don't you leave me alone?! I'm trying to live a simple, decent life!

So were those three dead officers.

Now I wanna hear all about it.

Everything.

I want a full confession.

Look, you're crazy.

- You're crazy! - Hey, Willis!

I hear, um...

Andy Babcock's being upped to chief.

Well, I guess he can use these, all right.

The department's been called off Willis, you know.

Commissioner's got an idea the killer's one of the Scanella crowd.

Well, it's not your problem anymore.

You can get yourself a nice rest.

Thanks, Owen.

Excuse me, I got a call to make.

Okay, Joe.

MAN: Matthews Detective Agency.

Hello, Matt. Joe Conroy. You got some time?

- Sure. - Meet me at the square, West Side.

- Twenty minutes. - I'll be there.

All right.

(CHILDREN PLAYING)

- Hi, Joe. - Matt.

Willis did it, Matt.

I don't care what anyone says.

I've seen these guys before.

- He's a cop killer. - What about the tracer, Joe?

- He had one on him. - Nothin' came back.

Then, I don't get it. Guy's got nothin' on him.

Wife, kid, religious and all that.

Rubs three cops? Doesn't make sense.

Does it have to?

You remember that, um... that Dechellis case?

School teacher shoots an officer because he gave him a traffic ticket.

Does that make sense?

- Nope. - All right.

Who knows what goes on in people's minds?

I don't.

But I do know about Willis.

He's psycho.

Some people are sayin' that about you, Joe.

I said "some people".

What do you want with me?

I want a tail on Willis.

Every minute, day and night, and I want him to know it.

You put in with me and we'll split the watch.

I don't care how miserable we have to make his life.

I want to goad him into blowin' his cork,

into makin' a mistake.

Maybe even into going for the murder gun.

If he's what you say he is, Joe,

- he'll come gunnin' for ya. - Well, that's my worry.

How about it?

Okay, it's your show.

Thanks.

But just don't forget one thing.

He's a killer.

Cigarette?

Yeah.

HELEN: What's the matter, Al?

Nothing, dear. Nothing.

- All loaded, Mr Willis. - Thanks, Jeff.

(ENGINE STARTING)

- Good night, Al. See you next week. - Good.

Hey!

Where are ya?!

I know you're here! Come on out!

(RATTLING)

Who are ya?!

Why are you following me around all the time?!

(INSERTING COIN)

- MAN: Hello? - Hello, Mr Frazier. Al Willis.

What's the matter, Al?

Someone's followin' me around. Has been for days.

Every place I go.

What is this? I thought you said the department's been called off.

- It has, Al. - Then who could it...

Conroy.

Who else?

- He's crazy. - No.

What am I supposed to do? Live the rest of my life with him on my tail?

- Because he's got this screwy idea that... - Al, take it easy.

I'll phone Chief Babcock in the morning.

He'll bring Conroy in and talk to him.

Now, go to bed.

All right.

Yeah.

Yes, he's here.

All right, I'll tell him.

That was Mr Frazier, Al.

He said Chief Babcock will keep Conroy there another twenty minutes.

- Good. That'll give me enough time. - Al?

Yeah?

Maybe you don't have to go now.

Maybe Chief Babcock will get Conroy to stop bothering you.

I gotta go, Helen.

Gotta find me a nice quiet place to rest.

Get my nerves back into shape.

I hate to leave ya, Helen. You know that.

It's all right, Al.

- If you think it's best. - Look, let's make believe

it's just another business trip.

I'll be back in a little while and the whole mess'll be forgotten.

- Where'll you go, Al? - I don't know yet.

I'm not sure,

but I'll write.

I know on those other business trips

I never got around to writing.

But I will this time. You'll see.

- The taxi is waiting, Al. - Take good care of everything, Otto.

OTTO: Ja, I will.

Goodbye, dear.

Goodbye, Al.

Your message service called.

They want you to call this number right away.

- Thanks. - (BUZZER SOUNDING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(PHONE RINGING)

- Hello? - CONROY: Hello, Matt. That you?

Joe, I'm glad I got to ya.

I'm at the bus terminal.

Willis just bought a ticket for Border City.

Border City?

- Think he'll cross into Mexico? - Could be.

Bus leaves in a few minutes.

I thought maybe you'd like to have me follow him down.

Ah, no. No, no, I'll do it.

Watch yourself, Joe.

If he spots you down there, he can rub ya and make it look real good.

Yeah. I'll be in touch, huh? Thanks.

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

(BRAKES HISSING)

- (MUSIC ENDS) - (APPLAUSE)

(BAND STARTS PLAYING RAUNCHY TUNE)

♪ Now, this town is full of guys

♪ Who think they're mighty wise

♪ Just because they know a thing or two

♪ You'll meet them night and day

♪ Strollin' up and down Broadway

♪ Tellin' of the wonders they can do

♪ There's con men and there's boosters

♪ There's card men and crap shooters

♪ They congregate around the Metropole

♪ Wearin' flashy ties and collars

♪ But where they get their dollars

♪ They've all got an ace down in the hole

♪ Some of them send to their old folks for dough

♪ And that's their ace in the hole

♪ Others have friends on that old tender loan

♪ And that's their ace in the hole

♪ They'll tell you of trips that they're goin' to take

♪ From Frisco up to the North Pole

♪ But their name would be mud

♪ Like a chump dealin' stud

♪ If they lost that old ace in the hole

♪ They'll tell you of money

♪ That they've made and they've spent

♪ But they never could flash a bank roll

♪ They'd be in the breadline

♪ Without clothes or a dime

♪ If they lost that old ace in the hole

♪ If they lost that old ace in the hole ♪

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Good night, Irish.

- I'll see you tomorrow. - Okay.

Hey, honey, let me buy ya a drink.

Yeah, I'll tell him when he comes in.

- Hiya, sweetie. - Hmm, I'll have a long talk with you.

(LIVELY MUSIC IN BACKGROUND)

- Al! - Hi, baby.

- Where you been? - Away.

I know you've been away. Whaddaya been doing?

Thinking of you.

Why'd you disappear?

You said you loved me, that I was the only one.

You are.

No, you think you can come and go like a streetcar.

(HARD SLAP)

Howdy.

Say, can you tell me if this man's crossed the border?

Would've been within the last half an hour or so.

- No, señor, not tonight. - You sure?

Have you seen him?

Did he come through here?

No.

Okay, thanks. Say, where can I get a room?

Border City Motel,

right around the corner to your left.

- Thanks. - Okay.

(DOG BARKING)

- Good evening. - Yes, sir?

Say, I'm looking for a friend of mine named Al Willis.

- I wonder if he checked in here. - No, no Willis here.

- Got a room? - Cabin Four.

That's, er... three dollars a night in advance.

- You can sign in later. - Thank you.

Thanks, mister.

- Shine, mister? - No, thanks.

It's a dime well spent, saves the leather in the long run.

Well, how about some postcards, then?

See the beauty of our Mexican neighbour.

The beautiful señoritas and the gay caballeros.

Look, you take this, and run along home to bed, huh?

Okay. Thanks, mister!

- Howdy. - Hi.

Say, tell me, seen this man?

Last half-hour?

Nope. I haven't seen him around here.

Okay, thanks.

You look kinda lost. Can I give you a hand?

No, I'm just trying to find a friend of mine.

I know everybody in town. Maybe I can help.

Seen this fellow?

- Sure, sure. - He's in town?

Sure, I... I can take you right to him.

No, I just wanna know where he is, that's all. Just where.

Well...

Okay?

Come on.

The dough gets split three ways, but the gun's mine. I saw it first!

They won't fit ya. Come on!

Uncle Charlie! Uncle Charlie!

There's a man out here! He's dead!

Uncle Charlie! Uncle Charlie! Uncle Charlie!

- Is he really dead? - No, but he's hurt bad.

Better get him inside.

What is it?

Found him in the alley. Just saw him last night.

Gave me four bits.

- Petey, run for the doctor. - Okay.

Get some hot water.

- I'd better get the police. - No, don't.

Oh, I don't want any trouble, Marianna.

There won't be any trouble.

Please Charlie, for me.

And do me a favour, will ya?

Don't tell anyone he's here.

You feeling better?

Who are you?

My name's Marianna.

I live upstairs. Petey found you in the back.

That answer all your questions?

No.

Don't be too inquisitive. The doctor said "no exertion".

- Who's Petey? - You'll see.

He went to get a prescription filled.

Thanks.

I used to bite 'em. Now, I'm letting 'em grow.

It's worse, I think.

You in the habit of haulin' in cut-up strangers?

Yeah, it's a hobby with me.

What's your name?

Carlton, Joe Carlton.

- You're new in Border City. - Mm-hmm.

You better keep outta alleys, unless you don't wanna grow old.

Where you from?

Up north.

Los Angeles or Phoenix, I bet.

No.

Well, do I keep on guessing, or have you got secrets?

(DOOR OPENING)

- Hi. - Petey, Mr Carlton.

- Yeah, we met last night. - Feelin' better, huh?

Man, were you bloody.

Well, thanks for draggin' me in.

- What's that? - Sleeping powder.

The doctor wants you to get some sleep.

Go ahead and take it.

Marianna and me, we're gonna fix you up just fine.

Strong stuff,

so don't smoke, and don't get out of bed.

Go on, drink it. We'll see you later.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(BLUES PIANO PLAYING)

Good to see ya back in town, Al.

I'll tell the boys about the party.

Close it, will ya, Felix?

What's this about a party?

I'm taking the place over after closing.

Gonna throw a big one.

Where you been all day? I've been lookin' for ya.

Getting some dresses fitted.

I'll buy you a pretty hat to go with 'em.

- Al... - Yeah?

Al...

when are we gonna get married?

What's the rush?

No rush.

We've known each other a long time.

Sure.

When?

When I say "when". That's when.

How about this weekend? Irish'll give me a few days off.

What's got you on this marriage kick all of a sudden?

The way you come and go, Al.

I wait around for ya.

I never know whether you'll be back or not.

I always come back.

I always will.

I know, but I worry.

Last time you were gone so long, I...

I thought maybe you got into trouble or something.

Trouble?

Me?

No, no.

No.

Where do you go when you leave me, Al?

What do you do?

What does it matter?

I worry about you, that's what. I worry about you.

You know all about me ya need to.

Where you goin'?

To change my dress for the party.

I'll walk you.

- You don't have to. - It's all right.

Come on, baby, let's dance it up, huh?

- Hey, you bet, Dad. I'm with you. - You are?

Nobody touches her, understand?

(CLATTERING)

He was drunk. You know I can handle those guys.

- I do it all the time. - All right, all right, I'm sorry.

I'm crazy about you. I can't stand anybody touching you, that's all.

- Okay, let's drop it. - Are you sore?

No, I'm not sore.

You go back and get the party started.

It can wait.

- What's the matter? - Nothing.

I'm just gonna go upstairs and change my dress for the party.

Well, let's go.

- You are sore. - No, I told you I'm not.

Come on.

Al, later on.

Okay, baby.

But don't be too long.

I might have to come back for ya.

You wouldn't like that, would ya?

(KNOCKING)

Come in.

- Oh, guess I didn't wake you. - No.

I just wanted to see how you were.

Well, I'm all right. I'm a little sore, but I'll be okay.

Feel like talking? We haven't had much chance.

- Yeah, sure. - I'll warm up the coffee.

- Guess you'll be leaving soon. - That's right.

Do you have to go?

Mm-hmm.

Will you be back?

I don't know.

You come, you go. I don't know anything about you.

Does it matter?

Mm-hmm.

Why?

Still puzzled?

Who are you really, Joe?

- Where you from? - I told you.

"Up north," that's all you said.

You really didn't tell me anything.

- You didn't tell me anything. - Ask, whatever you wanna know.

- Where are you from? - Here.

- No, no. Before here. - Oh, I moved around a bit.

Atlantic City, that's where I was born.

Baltimore, Nashville, New Orleans.

See, I tell ya everything. Why'd you come to Border City?

- Who'd you tell I was here? - Nobody.

Honest. Charlie, Petey, and me, we're the only ones who know.

Why?

Oh, I just wanted to find out if you're a blabbermouth.

I can keep a secret.

Don't you have a boyfriend?

He won't like this.

You're hiding from someone. Is that it, Joe?

- No. - Who is he?

- What'll he do if he finds you? - I said "no".

Tell me about him.

- Cream and sugar? - Black.

Well, bombs away.

It's funny.

I don't understand you, and you don't understand me.

You know, we got a lot in common.

I'll see you in the morning.

(INSERTING COIN)

Hello, operator?

I want to make a collect call to Matt Matthews, Montgomery 7...

(PHONE RINGING)

- Hello. - Hello, Matt. This is Joe.

Go ahead, Joe. I'm listening.

I saw Willis.

He's in town, all right.

I don't know where he's staying just yet, but he's got himself a girl.

- That makes it nice. - Yeah, now listen.

I want you to wire a photo or picture of Willis

to Baltimore, Nashville and New Orleans.

See if any of them got a warrant on him.

His girl's done quite a bit of movin' around and I have a hunch

maybe they were together in some of those cities.

Anyway, it's worth checking out.

- I'll send the photos right off. - Right.

Now, wire any info you get to "Joe Carlton",

Border City Motel, tomorrow.

- I'll be waiting. - Got it.

Right, I don't think his girl knows as much about him as she'd like, but...

she'll break this case.

Hold it, hold it, hold it now.

I gotta go, Matt. I think she's on her way to him now.

See you later, hmm?

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

Sure took your time getting here.

(MUSIC AND LAUGHTER AUDIBLE)

(GLASSES SMASHING)

Why don't you watch where you're goin'?

I'm sorry, Mr Willis, I was just walking...

(CLATTERING)

(BAND STOPS PLAYING)

(CHUCKLING)

Go on, play!

What am I payin' ya for?

(BAND STARTS PLAYING)

- Let me go. - What's the matter with you?

It wasn't his fault. You bumped into him.

So, I bumped into him.

Have a little fight at my own party. What's wrong with that?

Or don't you remember what it's like to have fun anymore?

Somethin' wrong?

Listen, sit and now let's talk.

I know that you got something on your mind you're not talkin' about.

- Another guy? - There's no other guy.

Well, there'd better not be.

I find ya two-timin' me, I'm gonna make ya feel real sorry.

Where ya goin'?

Oh, no, baby, we got a date.

Just a drunk.

Anna!

(GLASS SMASHING)

Why do you have to go? Stick around a little while.

I can't do it, Petey.

Thank your uncle for me, and tell him

I'll pay him for the room as soon as I can.

But where are you goin'? Leavin' town? Goin' back home?

- You ask too many questions. - Pays to know what's goin' on.

(KNOCKING)

PETEY: Marianna, you up? Mr Carlton's leaving.

Just a minute.

I just want to say goodbye, Marianna. I gotta go.

Have some coffee with me.

No, thanks.

- Keeps me asleep. - This time you can watch.

All right.

Okay, so I'm too young for coffee.

MARIANNA: I'm sorry you're going.

Things don't always work out the way you think they will, do they?

- I mean, the way ya hope. - No, they don't.

- You make mistakes. - We all do.

Nothing like the ones I made, I bet.

Nothing like that.

Maybe we'd better forget about the coffee.

What's the matter?

I guess you better go now, Joe.

I just keep rattling on.

Silly things keep coming to my mind.

My mother'll be sixty this month.

How good the ocean smells in Atlantic City.

Screwy things to think about now.

I don't know what's the matter with me today. I...

I feel like a chatterbox.

I don't mind.

That's nice.

Goodbye, Joe.

Goodbye.

Petey, might be nice to know where he's goin'.

Oh, José!

- Any messages for me? - No, Mr Carlton.

Well, I'll be in my room the rest of the day.

I'm expectin' an important wire.

If it should come in, why, send it right over, will ya?

- Sure will. - Thanks.

- (BIRDSONG) - (DOG BARKING)

(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)

All we did was squabble.

I don't remember anything.

She loaded me up with so much tequila, I passed out.

- Ooh, my head. - Fix you up in no time.

Something's wrong with that dame, that's all.

- It's another guy, I bet. - Sure.

Well, it's gotta be. What else?

Well, I'm going to find out, I can tell you that.

Here, Al.

She just came in, Al, in the dressing room.

(EXHALING)

- Dressing? - I have a number to do.

Don't let me stop you.

(LOCKING DOOR)

There. Nobody'll come barging in now.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Getting bashful all of a sudden?

You?

That's a laugh.

What's the matter with ya, Al? You act so...

- So what? - You...

Go on, say it.

- So rough? - Yeah.

You wanna trade me in for somebody new, huh?

Somebody nice and tender.

I don't know what's the matter with you.

- Your new boyfriend, that's what. - I haven't got a new boyfriend.

Don't lie to me. I know a cheat when I see one.

I know when I'm bein' two-timed.

Two-timed? Who are you to talk about two-timin' when you got a wife?

Who told you that?

How do you know?

How?

Nobody knows about me down here. Nobody.

How do you know? How?!

Conroy, sure.

That cop is still on my trail.

- That's it, isn't it? - I don't know a Conroy.

Don't lie to me!

- I'm telling you, Al, I don't know! - Don't lie to me! Don't lie!

- No, Al, I don't! I don't know! - Don't you?!

No, I'm tellin' ya, Al!

I had no idea, Al.

That's how I knew. I only guessed it, Al.

Honest, I only guessed it.

(SOBBING)

All right.

All right, I got a wife and a kid.

But that's all over now.

I'm getting a divorce.

You and me, we're gonna get married.

I'm sorry I lost my head, honey.

Why don't you go home, and get yourself fixed up?

I'll tell Irish you can't make the next show.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SNIFFLING)

(KNOCKING)

- Who is it? - Marianna. Open the door.

- How'd you know where I was? - Petey knew. I told him to follow you.

Don't.

Al Willis knows you're in town, Joe.

I knew you were looking for him all along.

I saw the newspaper photo in your pocket.

I tried to get information out of you. You know how.

I just had to know more about him.

Now, I know a lot.

I know that you're a cop, and your name's Conroy.

The important thing is that Al suspects you're in town someplace.

He'll start looking for you.

Why are you telling me?

I want you to get out of town before he finds you.

He'll kill you.

I'll help you get out of town.

No.

No, I've been led through these streets before.

- I ended up with a knife in me. - Okay.

Do it your way. I told you.

- Marianna... - Oh!

Al?

Who else?

- Why? - I wouldn't tell him where you were.

And don't ask me why I wouldn't tell him.

I wouldn't know.

I'm sorry.

Where'd you see him last?

- At the El Perico. - Did he follow you here?

No. I was careful.

Joe, why won't you get outta here?

I'll tell you why.

Al Willis killed three detectives.

I was their chief.

I got fired 'cause I insisted he was the killer and I couldn't prove it.

I'm not leavin' here until I can.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

I'm sure.

What are you gonna do?

I'll turn this over to the police here.

They'll pick him up on the old charge.

I'll fill 'em in on the rest of the story, and...

then maybe we'll squeeze a confession out of Mr Willis.

I see.

Well, I still don't see anything, but...

maybe you better run along home, huh?

- Just in case. - All right, Joe.

- I'll see ya, Joe. - Yeah.

- No gun, Al. - Fine.

Relax, Conroy. This is a friendly party.

Yeah, like the one you threw for Lieutenant Parks.

Mmm.

- You're a stubborn man. - You're right.

And you're so wrong.

You've been at this for weeks.

By now, even you oughta be convinced that I'm clean.

Sure.

A truce, huh?

Whaddaya say? I'm not sore. Willing to forget all about it.

All you gotta do is call it off.

Look, to show you I got no hard feelings, I...

I'll buy you dinner at El Perico, tonight.

How about it?

Might not be a bad idea.

Come on.

(DOG BARKING)

(KNOCKING)

Joe?

Al wants to see you.

- Later. - Now.

(JAZZ PIANO PLAYING)

Come in, Marianna. Sit down.

We've been waiting for ya.

Oh, don't worry. There won't be any trouble.

Conroy and I just talked the whole thing out.

Sorta...

buried the hatchet, didn't we?

- Sorta. - (CHUCKLING)

Sit down.

No, thank you.

Just the way you like it, baby.

Rare.

I'm not hungry.

That's too bad.

How about a little of this?

What's the matter, baby? You're not drinkin'.

I don't feel much like it.

But we've got a happy little party goin' here.

Come on, join in.

I'm sorry, Al.

Just don't sit there and look at him.

Put your arms around him.

Kiss him.

Oh, don't let me stop ya.

Go on, kiss him.

I wanna see how ya do it.

- She doesn't wanna kiss me. - Sure, she does.

Bashful, maybe, because I'm here,

but you shouldn't let that bother you.

We're all friends, now.

The three of us.

Go on.

Kiss him.

Make love to him like you've been doing all along.

I want to see if it's the same way you've been makin' love to me.

- Al, I haven't. - Go on, kiss him, like I said.

Make love to him. You know you...

Easy, copper.

I'm sorry, Joe. I, er...

Sorry, I... I blew my top.

I guess I'm a little jealous, huh?

Maybe I'll get over it, huh?

(JAUNTY PIANO PLAYING)

Hey, Tony, whaddaya say we, er...

leave these two little lovebirds alone, huh?

Finish up, Joe.

If there's anything else you want, just order up.

It's on me, like I said.

I want you to have a real good meal.

- Boys all set? - Yeah.

- Don't let 'em outta the booth. - Yeah.

- Al? - Yeah?

I want my share now. Ahead of time.

Half now.

Half later.

- He's crazy, Joe. - He sure is.

What gets me is a guy like that goin' to church all the time.

He doesn't go to church.

He doesn't?

He sure made a big thing back home about bein' religious.

I don't know.

We searched high and low for that murder gun.

Nobody ever thought of searchin' the church.

- (HEAVY BLOW) - (WOMAN SCREAMING)

- They're Felix's friends. - Yeah, yeah.

They start a fight and somebody gets it in the back,

"by accident".

I gotta call the police. They'll wreck my place.

Irish, keep an eye on me.

I don't want any trouble. I'm not leaving the bar.

- I'm not in the fight at all. - Sure, sure.

(FIGHTING CONTINUES)

(INAUDIBLE)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

I'll do it this way, copper.

The other was better, but this'll do just fine.

Get into his arms, baby.

Die, like lovers huggin' each other.

- Where'd they go? - I don't know. Outside, maybe.

- They couldn't have gone far. - Come on, let's look around.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

Here.

Get my car, huh?

It's in the motel, a blue and silver two-door Mercury.

I'll meet you at the other end of the alley.

All right.

Hey, mister, lookin' for Mr Willis and another guy?

- Yeah, where'd they go? - It'll cost.

Oh, come on, come on.

They went around that way.

All right, let's go.

- Thanks, Petey. - My pleasure.

Get in there.

Can you use this?

- That's Willis! Let's get my car. - Wait.

- We'll let the police catch him. - What?

Al didn't do anything.

Conroy beat him up in a café brawl.

Shoved him into a car at gunpoint, took off.

That's kidnapping. Let's go talk to the cops.

MAN ON RADIO: Wanted for kidnapping, Joseph Conroy.

Male, Caucasian, about 36.

Six feet four, 210 pounds, light hair, brown eyes.

The victim is Albert Willis.

Male, Caucasian, about 31.

Six feet, 175 pounds.

Blue and silver Mercury two-door sedan, 1953.

California licence 1X78033.

Believed travelling north on state highway 6.

Conroy is armed. Attention, all units.

NEWSREADER: The search for kidnapper Joseph Conroy continues unabated,

as federal, state, county and municipal law enforcement agencies

unite in one of the most unusual manhunts in the history of the state,

where, ironically, the object of the hunt is a ex-chief of detectives,

- a former man-hunter himself. - (SWITCHING OFF RADIO)

They'll get ya, copper.

One of those trigger-happy bulls you used to boss around

is gonna blow your head off.

Joe...

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

- You'd better tend to business, eh? - Why don't you take him to the cops?

Yeah, I would if I was sure the gun was in the church.

But if it isn't, I'll never get my story to stick.

They'll hang that kidnap charge on me.

I'm a psycho cop, that's what they think.

What about showing them the telegram?

There's nothing in there proves he killed three officers.

The gun's it.

This figures to be in the church, and I think I got a way to turn it up.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(KNOCKING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

Out.

Start walking.

Get in.

Where do you think you're takin' me?

Church on the square.

You're gonna dig up that German Mauser for me.

(CHUCKLING)

Yeah, don't laugh.

I might just have a way of gettin' it outta ya.

I can take anything you can give.

We'll see about that.

Even if there is a gun, that doesn't mean it's mine.

Don't go buildin' a dream around that.

It'll be traced back to you a dozen different ways.

(CHUCKLING)

Yeah.

What's up, Mac?

- PATROLMAN: I'll take a look inside. - DRIVER: Oh, for cryin' out loud!

I gotta get this load in!

Ah, nothin' but trouble. I'm two hours late gettin' started,

the fuel pump goes sour, and now this.

Hurry up, will ya, Mac?

Okay.

(RATTLING)

(TWO GUNSHOTS)

(BRAKES HISSING)

- Hey, what is this? - Just keep your mouth shut.

Help her down.

You, inside.

And count a slow hundred before you start hollerin', huh?

Joe!

It's all right, I want him to go.

He's goin' to the church and dig up the gun,

but I'm gonna get there first.

Now listen, there's a hotel right up the street.

You check in and stay there till you hear from me.

- Okay, Joe, but be careful. - Yeah.

(KNOCKING ON WINDOW)

Church on the square, and roll it.

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

All right, Conroy, let's go.

All right, now wait a minute, boys. Listen.

Al Willis is on his way right now

to get the gun that killed Lieutenant Parks.

- All we gotta do is get there first. - We'll talk about it downtown.

But if we don't get goin', we'll be too late.

Sorry, we got orders to bring you in.

All right, look, let me talk to Chief Babcock on the radio, huh?

Take me to the church on the square.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Where is he? Where's Conroy?

You followed me here, both of ya.

Where is he?!

Where is he?!

Why'd you come in here alone? What kind of a deal is this?

(GUNSHOT)

Get in.

(SIRENS BLARING)

(DOOR BEING RAMMED)

(SPLINTERING)

Gimme that gun.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Shoot, you lousy cops! Shoot!

(MULTIPLE GUNSHOTS)

Get away from there!

(TWO GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOT)

Get an ambulance.

(GUNSHOT)

Cops!

- (CLICKING) - (GUNSHOT)

Joe...

I thought I...

I could find out what he was gonna do with the gun.

Just be quiet.

I shoulda met ya sooner, Joe.

Long ago.

- It coulda been so different. - I know.

Who knows, you might even have fallen for me.

Joe!

(DISTANT SIREN)

I'm sorry about everything, Joe.

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