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Uh, you folks
American citizens?

I am, yes.

Where were
you born, miss?

Mrs.

What?
Philadelphia.

The name
is Vargas.

Hey, Jim!
See who's here?

Sure. Mr. Vargas.
Hot on the trail of
another dope ring?

Hot on the trail
of a chocolate soda
for my wife.

Your wife?
Barely a bride,
officer.

Hey, can I
get through?

Lot of talk up here
about how you cracked
that Grandi business.

What?
Yeah, we hear you
caught the big boss.

Only one of them.
The Grandis are a big family.
Good night.

Good night.
No purchases,
Mr. Linnekar.

Hey. Hey,
I got this...

You an American citizen,
miss?

I've got this
ticking noise...

Yeah, okay.

No, really, this ticking
noise in my head.
Good night.

Mike, do you realize
this is the very first time

we've been together
in my country?

Do you realize
I haven't kissed you
in over an hour?

Mike,
what happened?

That car that just passed us
exploded.

The car?
How could it
do that?

I don't know.
I'll have to try
to find out.

You'd better not
come any closer.
They...

We'll have to
postpone that soda,
I'm afraid.

But, Mike,
couldn't I...

Susie, please
be careful.

This could be
very bad for us.

For us?

For Mexico, I mean.
Anyway, there's nothing
I can do over here.

So?

So, I'll try
not to be
too long.

Go on, darling.
You wait at the hotel.

Blaine, I thought you were
back in Washington.

I leave tomorrow.

You know Schwartz from
the local D.A.'s office?

How do you do, sir?
Hi.

Can you tell me
who's in charge here?

I can't even tell you
what happened.

Why aren't you back
in Mexico City? Isn't that
dope trial coming up?

Grandi? Yes, Thursday.
I'd hoped to go back on
the morning plane, but now...

You mean
this business?
I'm afraid so.

That bomb came
from the Mexican side
of the border?

The car did.

Wow.

Lady, he says
you don't understand
what he wants.

I understand
very well
what he wants.

He saved
your life, lady.

Tell him
I'm a married woman,

that my husband
is a great big official
in the government,

ready and willing to knock out
all those pretty front teeth
of his.

That's it, lady,
your husband.

That's what he wants
to talk to you about.

"Follow this boy
at once.

"We have something
very important
for Mr. Vargas."

Well, what have I
got to lose?

Don't answer that.

Lead on,
Pancho.

Across the border
again?

Hey, Doc!
Here comes the D.A.

Where's Captain Quinlan?

Got him out of bed
at his ranch.
He's on his way.

Old Hank must be
the only one in the county
who didn't hear the explosion.

Terrible thing, isn't it?
Has the daughter been told?

They're bringing her
over right now.
That's right.

To identify
her father's body!

An hour ago, Rudy Linnekar
had this town in his pocket.

Now, you can strain him
through a sieve.

I guess
that's my father.

Now, Miss Linnekar,
can you identify
the woman?

I'm not acquainted
with my father's girlfriends.

Okay,
Miss Linnekar.

Well, here comes
Hank at last.

Vargas,
you've heard of Hank Quinlan,
our local police celebrity.

I'd like to meet him.

That's what you think.

Did they toss it in,
or was it planted
ahead of time?

Who?

Whoever did it,
you jackass.

Hey, lady. Look at
the pretty baby.

My nephew says
you call him "Pancho."
Why?

Why you call him
"Pancho"?

Just for laughs,
I guess.

This note says
you have something
for my husband.

Yeah?

Señor Vargas, eh?

You know
who I am?

You want me
to guess?

My name is Grandi.

Oh.

You've heard that name before?

Aside from the case
my husband's
been working on,

isn't "Grandi"
what that nightclub
is called?

Yeah. Yes.

Grandi's Rancho Grande.
My gun.

Kind of a joke.

Get it?

I can't say
it's the funniest thing
I ever heard.

The name ain't Mexican.
I got a permit for this thing.

The Grandi family
is living here
in Los Robles a long time.

Some of us in Mexico,
some of us on this side.

Must be convenient
for business.

Yeah?

What business?

Grandi business.

Yeah? Yeah?
Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

You know what's wrong
with you, Mr. Grandi?

You've been seeing
too many gangster movies.

Mike may be spoiling
some of your fun.
Mike?

My husband.
Yeah.

And if you are
trying to scare me
into calling him off,

let me tell you something,
Mr. Grandi,

I may be scared,
but he won't be.

You figured it was
a bomb then, Hank.

Well, Chief, Rudy Linnekar
could've been
struck by lightning.

Where's the daughter?

Marcia?
Got her right here
waiting for you, Hank.

Let her go.

You don't even
want to question
the daughter?

Let her go
and put a tail
on her.

Chief,
there was some Jane
with Rudy Linnekar.

Just some strip teaser.

Well, what do you know,
the D.A. in a monkey suit.

And you, too.
You got one of
them suits.

Well, we were all
at the banquet.

A political rally.
No, Tootsie's
Steak House.

G-Men,
T-Men.

Quite a little tea party,
all for Rudy Linnekar's
bonfire.

Yeah, I hear
he even invited
some kind of a Mexican.

Oh, I don't think
Mr. Vargas claims
any jurisdiction.

I should hope not.
Two people, Americans,
are blown to hash

with dynamite, practically
in my own police station.

I wonder what makes you
so very sure
it was dynamite?

My leg.
Your what?

His game leg.

Sometimes he gets
a kind of a twinge like folks
do for a change of weather.

Intuition, he calls it.

Vargas has a theory
that the murder itself

was committed outside
of our jurisdiction.

Of course,
we're, all of us,
going to cooperate

with Mr. Vargas, here.
Don't worry, Captain.

I'm merely
what the United Nations
would call an observer.

You don't talk like one.
I'll say that for you.

A Mexican,
I mean.

Captain, you won't have
any trouble with me.

You bet your sweet life
I won't.

As a matter of fact,
Mike must be looking for me
just about now

and that's bound
to mean trouble.

What's so funny
about that?

He wants to know
if your husband
is jealous, señora.

You silly little pig.

Who are you
talking about?

I'm talking
about you,

you ridiculous,
old fashioned, jug-eared,
lopsided little Caesar.

I didn't get that, señora.
You'll have to talk slow.

I'm talking slow,
but in a minute,
I'll start to yell.

I wouldn't do that,
señora.

Just a little while ago,
this was a quiet,
peaceful town here.

And now this Vargas
comes along and...
Mr. Grandi!

Mr. Grandi, you said
you had something
for my husband.

Don't you think it's time
you gave it to me?

I think it's time for him
to lay off my brother
in Mexico City!

That's advice.

That's what
I got for him.

Then the conference
is over?

I'm free to leave?

Free?

Nobody was holding you
or keeping you,
Mrs. Vargas.

Nobody laid a hand on you.

You were just
paying us a little visit.

Well,

goodbye, all.

Quinlan,
we just can't cross over
into Mexico like this.

Thousands do every day.
Tourists, but...

So, we're tourists.

Captain Quinlan
wants to check
on the girl

that was with Linnekar
in the death car.

I know. She was
one of the strip teasers.
I think I told you.

Yeah, Pete told me
before I left the ranch.

That's right.

And I told him

that I wanted to see
all the strip teasers
in the joint.

This is Mexican territory.
What can we do?

There's no law against
visitors asking questions,
is there, Mr. Vargas?

Hey,
where'd he go?

Susie, where in the world
were you?

Oh, Mike, darling.
What happened?

Just wait till I tell you.
The craziest thing...

Who's the Jane?

His wife.

Well, what do you know?
She don't look
Mexican either.

The key
to this whole thing's
the dynamite.

The killer
didn't just want
Linnekar dead,

he wanted him destroyed,
annihilated.

Over here, Vargas.
We're going in the back way.

Señor Vargas.
Señor Vargas.

Yes?

Anything wrong,
Vargas?

No, I just
couldn't catch him.

I hardly knew her.

Adair, come on.

Yes, yes, and I'm not
finished with you yet.

The show's over.
I'm going home.

Oh. Oh, no.
No, ma'am.

Mr. Adair, as far as
I can find out...
I have no time for that.

...none of these people
even knew the murdered girl.

I must talk to
this young lady.
Zita.

Zita?
I didn't know her.

She only joined the show
a few days ago.

We're wasting our time
around here.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Well, good night, my dear.

What happened to
Menzies and Vargas?

I don't know.
They'll show up.

I'll give you a call.
There may be
some more questions.

A pianola.

Hank, we go
this way, you know.

Tana still open
for business?

I don't know
what Quinlan thinks
she's got to do with it.

Oh, maybe
she'll cook chili for him
or bring out the crystal ball.

We're closed.

You've been cooking
at this hour?

Just cleaning up.

Have you forgotten
your old friend, hmm?

I told you
we were closed.

I'm Hank Quinlan.

I didn't
recognize you.

You should lay off
those candy bars.

It's either the candy
or the hooch.

I must say,
I wish it was your chili
I was getting fat on.

Anyway, you're sure
looking good.

You're a mess, honey.

Yeah.

That pianola sure
brings back memories.

The customers go for it.

It's so old, it's new.

We got the television, too.

We run movies.
What can I offer you?

You haven't heard anything
about that bomb, have you?

That happened
on your side
of the border.

In a place like this,
you hear things.

I heard the explosion.

Yeah.

Well, when this case
is over,

I must come around some night
and sample some of your chili.

Better be careful.
May be too hot for you.

Oh, Hank.
Yeah?

Looks like
our friend Vargas
ran into some trouble.

Where?
In the alley
behind the nightclub.

Yeah?

What happened
to Vargas...
What happened? What was that?

Nothing.
No, no...

Al!
Certainly
nothing to do

with this
bombing affair.

Somebody
threw acid
at Vargas.

It doesn't matter.
He missed me.

Well, who was it, Al?

I don't know,
he got away.

Oh...

One of the Grandi kids.

What makes you
so sure of that,
Captain?

Intuition.

Intuition?

Well, Vargas
and his Keystone Kops

have given
the Grandi family
quite a few...

Captain.
...headaches lately. Yes?

Does your intuition
also tell you
about my wife?

Wife?
She was accosted
in the street

a little while ago
and led across to some dive
on your side of the border.

Vargas family seems to be
getting into quite
a lot of trouble tonight.

Can you
describe this man?

The first one seems
young, good-looking...
The first one.
Now there were two men?

Not exactly.
Not exactly.

You say
she was taken to
this dive by force?

Not by force, no.
Oh.

One of the Grandis
was there waiting.

Short, fat, with
a mustache. That's...
Uncle Joe.

...Susie's description.
I haven't run into him.
What?

They call him
Uncle Joe Grandi.

That's right.

Go on.

What do you mean "go on"?
I've told you what happened.

Aren't you going to do
something about it?

To make it a charge
you gotta
ask the complainer,

or isn't that
police procedure
in Mexico?

Procedure?
You say your wife
was attacked.

I did not say
she was attacked.
Did you say she was molested?

Not physically molested, no.

Was obscene language used?
I don't think so.

Can you explain the fact
that your wife

allowed herself
to be picked up
by this good-looking...

She was not
picked up.

Now, Hank,
I think we're getting off
on the wrong tack here.

Then
this good-looking young man
was a friend of hers?

Obviously not.

You wouldn't call that
"getting picked up
on the street"?

Now, now, now.
We mustn't forget, must we,

that Mr. Vargas is not
on the witness stand.

And Hank's a born lawyer,
you know?

Lawyer. I'm no lawyer.
All a lawyer cares about
is the law.

Captain, you are
a policeman, aren't you?

Aren't you? You don't seem
to be very fond of the job.

There are
plenty of soldiers
who don't like war.

It's a dirty job,
enforcing the law,

but it's what we're
supposed to be doing,
isn't it?

I don't know about you,
but when a murderer is loose,

I'm supposed to catch him.

Well, Pete, let's get back
to civilization.

Let's go, Hank,
it's almost dawn.
You gotta get some rest.

No chance of that, partner.
We got a big day
ahead of us.

See any better
this way?

You can turn it off now,
buster. You're wasting
your batteries.

Susie, what are you
doing here in the dark?

There isn't any shade
on the window.

Well, can we turn
the light on now?

No, we can't.

Why not?

Because there isn't
any bulb anymore.

Susie.

Risto! Risto!

Your Uncle Joe is plenty mad.
He wants to talk to you.

Risto! Risto, come back here!

Sal, grab him!
Stop him!

Grab him, Sal!

Who told you
to throw acid
at Vargas?

Stop him!

Who told you
to throw acid
at Vargas, hmm?

Who is the boss
of this family?

Who is the boss?

My old man.

Yeah, Vic, sure.
But he's in the pen!

Until he gets out,
who's running this outfit?

Stop it, will you?
Who's in charge?

All right.
You.

What a setup
to work with.

One brother in jail,
two others dead,

and nobody left
to carry on the business
but a bunch of nephews.

Listen, Uncle...
Don't do that!

You lost your rug, Uncle Joe.

Half of you, too wet
behind the ears...

This isn't the real Mexico.
You know that.

All border towns
bring out the worst
in a country.

I can just imagine your
mother's face if she could see
our honeymoon hotel.

Señor Vargas.
Momento.

Does this mean
you're taking that early plane
back to Mexico City...

Because it doesn't leave
for another two hours yet.

All I can say is,
if you are taking that plane,
I'm very glad.

I'm very glad
you're very glad.

Who told you to
start this funny stuff
with the acid?

Who told you?

I just wanted
to give that wife of his

something to think about
on the honeymoon.

She's gonna get plenty.
Don't you worry.

Here.
You lost your rug.

What?
You lost your rug.

My old man
is in no shape
for the pen.

If they give him ten,
he dies.

Yeah?

And if Vargas gets hurt,
what happens?

My brother, Vic,
is just as good as convicted.

You leave Vargas to me.
Uncle Joe! Uncle Joe!

What?

Sal.

This. Take it to her.

I don't want
any more postcards.

I don't speak any Spanish.
What is it? What do you want?

I don't know.
I was told to put this
in your hands.

Susie, that was the police.
Mike, look at...

Quinlan has a lead.
I'm sorry. I have to meet him.

Now you must tell me
what you want to do.

If you are going
to Mexico City, I have time
to take you to the airport.

Perhaps that would be best,
just for a few days.

I don't think so.

But just
a minute ago...

A minute ago
I said
a lot of things.

But now I think
the best thing is to stick
close to my husband, okay?

Susie!

So, Mike, I'm coming with you.
Coming with me?

But I have to see Quinlan
at the American
police station.

I'll wait
at the motel.

What motel?

Well, there must be one
somewhere on the American
side of the border.

The American side
of the border.

Oh, well, I'll be safe there.
You won't have to
worry about me.

Did I say
the wrong thing again?

No. I suppose it would be nice
for a man in my place

to be able to think he could
look after his own wife
in his own country.

Oh, Mike,
if I go to the American motel,
it's just for comfort.

Sure. Sure.

Not for safety.

Whatever you say,
mi vida.

Wealthy contractor
Rudolph Linnekar

has definitely been identified
with a blond nightclub dancer

killed in the explosion
a few yards this side
of the Mexican border.

We're gonna get him
where it really hurts.

And without
laying a hand on him.

He's got a reputation.

He's got a young bride.
He's gonna leave this town

wishing he and that
wife of his
had never been born.

Now, don't you see, darling,
if the bomb was planted
in Mexico,

and the accused
is Mexican,

what a scandal
this could turn into
internationally?

Might be kind of rough
on the tourist trade.

Susie, one of
the longest borders on earth

is right here
between your country
and mine.

Open border, 1,400 miles
without a single machine gun
in place.

I suppose that all sounds
very corny to you.

I could love being corny
if my husband
would only cooperate.

Hey, Susie.

Well.

Vargas?
Hello there, Schwartz.

Quinlan thinks
we're on to something new.
You coming with us?

I have first
to drop my wife
at the motel.

Captain Quinlan wants you to
go with him. I'll be glad to
drop your wife at the motel.

Oh, really, I...
No trouble at all, ma'am.

Aren't you going to
drive me?

I'll phone you,
darling.

What's the name
of that motel?
The Mirador.

The Mirador.
We're in kind of a hurry,
Vargas.

Don't bother to phone.
You try and get some sleep,
Susie.

That Mirador
is mighty hard
to find

with the new highway
branching off
the way it does.

Hey!

That's all right.
I can find a way...
Oh, gee. I forgot...

His cane! I forgot
to give him his cane.

He really needs it
with that game leg of his.

Did I ever tell you
how he got it, huh?

What, the cane?

No, his bad leg.

Who are you
talking about?

Captain Quinlan.

He got it in a gun fight,
Mrs. Vargas, that's how.

He was wounded
stopping a bullet
that was meant for me.

I reckon the bravest thing
Hank ever did
was to give up drink.

He used to be
a terrible lush, you know.

But look at him now.
No sleep, still at it.

He never gives up.

What's wrong?

What are you
following us for?

Get out of the car.

A man can't take a ride
in his own car,
what's the big idea?

You'll find out.
Come on.

Don't push me,
keep your hands off me.

Wake up, Mrs. Vargas.
We're here. This is it.

This can't be it.

That's all the motel we got
this side of town, ma'am.

The others are all
on the new highway

and most of them
are closed up
till the season starts.

Oh, no.

Oh, yeah.

Now listen, Sergeant.
How long are you going to
hold me here?

Mrs. Vargas, can you
identify this man?

Of course
I can identify him,
that's Grandi.

I'm a member of the family,
sure, but nobody
has laid a hand on her...

Shut up.
Get in the car.

What about my car?
You can leave it here.

Where, here?

In the middle
of nowhere?

You're coming
with me.

On what charge?
I don't know yet.

That's for Captain Quinlan
to decide.

Well,
what was Grandi doing
way out here?

He was following us
in his car.

Just driving along.

Oh, well,
where are my bags?

We've already put them
by your cabin, Mrs. Vargas,
there it is.

The last one.
Number 7.

If you should want to change,
just phone the man
at the desk.

Off-season like this,
I reckon you're about
the only one staying here.

I turned the music on
up for you up at the office.

I turned the music on up
for you up at...
I thought you'd like...

Not just now! It's past 7:00,
and I haven't been to bed yet.

Bed?

You can get into it now.
I brought the sheets.

If they think
I'm gonna help make it,
they got another thing coming.

I'm not gonna be
a party to nothing.

I'm the...

It's day already.

I'm the night man.

Can't the day man
help me make the bed?

There ain't no day man.

Supposed to be here
at 6:00 this morning,

and now they phoned me
and they tell me
he ain't coming at all.

They're sending a new man.
New man.

They think I'm gonna stay here
and wait for him,
they got another thing...

Well, won't you help me
make the bed?

Bed?

Hey, wait a minute.

That...
That friend of yours,
Mr. Grandi,

he ain't gonna leave you here
for long.

He is not my friend.

He... He...
He brought you here
in that car, didn't he?

No, he didn't.
As a matter of fact,
he's under arrest.

Under arrest?
Mr. Grandi?

Yes, he is.

Hold that second charge!
Stop that car!

Hold that car!
Stop, stop! Hold it!

Hey, there was a complaint
about some stolen dynamite
out here.

You fired anybody lately?

I figured
you'd be asking
about that.

Yeah? A boy
named Sanchez?

Sure.

He's been playing around
with the boss' daughter.

Say, Captain,
I just recognized somebody
over there at the blaster.

Oh, with
the big ears?

Our office prosecuted that guy
for voluntary manslaughter.

Get him over here.
That's Eddie Farnham.

You!
Got five to ten.

You have to get out of here.
We're gonna blast again.

How long have you
been out?

Three months.
Quick parole.

Who got you
this job?

My lawyer, Howard Frantz.
Come in, car 10.

Grandi's lawyer.

Come in, car 10.

Suspect now in custody at...

Well, this is it.

Suspect?

That the one
you've been talking about?
This Sanchez?

As far as I can make out,
they've located him.
Right, Captain?

Yeah, in Marcia Linnekar's
apartment. Come on.

Stand still.
We're gonna blast.

What's wrong, Farnham?
You short of dynamite?

Captain,
have you anything definite
on this boy Sanchez?

Not yet.
I'm just going
on my intuition.

Hey, I think this car
belongs to Howard Frantz.

Yeah?
You remember him?

He was that slick lawyer
that got Farnham a parole.

Yeah, he was
Rudy Linnekar's attorney too.

Isn't that Quinlan?

Quinlan?

I'd figured
we'd have Hank Quinlan
to deal with.

You finished packing?

I've heard
about that guy.

Say nothing, my dear.
Leave everything to me.
Let's get your bag.

Remember, I'll do
all the talking.

How do we begin?

Do we play around first
with a few nasty questions,

or does he get out
the rubber hose
right away?

Take it easy.

Vargas.

Yes, Captain.

I got my orders, Vargas.

I'm supposed to extend you
every courtesy.

That don't mean
you do the interrogating.

I know, Captain.
That's what
I told Sanchez.

You're Ed Hansen?

That's right, Captain Quinlan.
Run out and get me coffee, Ed.

How about you, Miss Linnekar?
Marcia, isn't it?

Want some coffee?

No, thanks.

I really need it.
I'm an old man, Marcia.

I go a whole night
without sleep,
I feel it.

Of course, it was
a lot worse for you.

Terrible thing,
what happened
to your dad.

You've been living here
for some time, Marcia?
How long?

Four months.
Marcia!

Uh, you had
a little quarrel
with your dad?

Perhaps I should
introduce myself.

And moved out on your own?
I'm Miss Linnekar's attorney.

I know who you are.
Shall I introduce myself?

Howard Frantz.
Yes, Mr. Frantz.

I'm Manolo Sanchez,
and I haven't got
any attorney.

Have you two
been sharing
this apartment?

I must explain. On my advice,
my client is moving elsewhere.

That means
that she has been
living with this man.

She will hold herself
available for
your later questions.

I will be present,
of course.

Of course.

Marcia, where was your friend
Sanchez last night?

Later, Captain. Later.
After she's rested.
Come, my dear.

Casey, would you
take a look
in the desk there?

You might see
some letters or something.
Take all my...

That is, unless
you've already
looked the place over.

We know better than that,
Captain.
We were waiting for you.

I don't speak
Mexican.

Let's, uh, keep it
in English, Vargas.

It's all right with me.
I'm sure he's just
as unpleasant in any language.

Unpleasant?

Strange.
I've been told I have
a very winning personality.

The very best shoe clerk
the store ever had.

You weren't working
as a shoe clerk
out on that construction crew.

Stick around,
Vargas.

I intend to.

Be in English.
I don't like to
repeat myself.

I merely asked him
if I could use...
Asked!

...his telephone.

Translation.

The telephone
is in the bedroom,
señor.

That's all he said.

Also, he told me he thinks
he's in for some sort
of third degree.

I assured him
he had nothing
to worry about.

Casey, go in with Vargas.
Maybe he don't know how
to use an American telephone.

I think we're on to
something here, Captain.
Some love letters.

Oh, you can read them
in the bedroom.

I don't want to leave
that Vargas guy alone.

Okay.
Save the good stuff
for me.

Now, in English.
What do you
want to know?

Everything, boy.
The works. Let's start with
the shoe store.

Want me to call the motel,
Vargas?
Later.

That's how
you happened to meet
Linnekar's daughter, isn't it?

In the shoe store?
Yes.
Selling her shoes.

And I've been at her feet
ever since.

Then the construction job.

You stayed just long enough
on that one to get your hands
on some dynamite.

What are you scared of, boy?
I'd only slap you again
if you got hysterical again.

Wouldn't be anything brutal.

Why, back in the old days,
we never tried to hurt people
in the face. It marks them up.

We gave it to them
like this...

Boy's getting
a rough deal.

He could even be innocent,
you know.

Intuition?

Why not?

Quinlan doesn't have
a monopoly on hunches.

Well,
who do you like
for the killer?

Too early to tell.
That ex-convict.

You mean, out on
that highway job?

Farnham?
Maybe.

Wait a minute.
Some dynamite
was stolen.

Yeah, and
that construction crew
is working for Linnekar.

Amigo, I think you're
on to something.

Well,
it's quite an apartment
for a shoe clerk.

Who pays for it?
Marcia?

What if
she does?

Oh, how long has
this been going on, huh?

Ever since her father
had me fired
from the last job,

if you want to know.

Naturally, he objected to
having a Mexican shoe clerk
for a son-in-law.

So, naturally...
"Naturally"?

...you had to put him
out of the way.
"Naturally"?

Just because he speaks
a little guilty

that don't
make him innocent,
you know?

You can show motive, yes.
But won't you need
a bit more than that?

Yeah, we'll get it.
Oh, there's my coffee.

Didn't you bring me
any donuts or sweet rolls?

You'll have to put him
on the scene of the crime.

We will.
You've got to have
some evidence.

We'll get it.
Well?

Well, you didn't ask me
to get any donuts, Captain.

Where you going?

This is not
my case, Captain.

What finally
convinced you of that?

This is not my country,
that's all.
I'm not convinced.

Well,
ain't that a shame?

Is there another phone
near here?

Right across the street.

Excuse me. Madam,
could I use your telephone,
please?

Right in front of you.

Do you have
a phone book?

I'm blind, mister.
You'll have to
ask for information.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hello? I'd like
the telephone number
of the Mirador Motel.

What is this place
you're taking me to?
Get going.

Now, listen,
this is ridiculous.
Now go on.

Who's this?
Who are you?

Don't push.
Where's Captain Quinlan?

He's in there
making a search.

What am I
doing in here?

Oh, Hank!

What's the idea, barging in
on me like this?

I'm sorry, Hank.
Who you got in here?

I forgot to give you
your cane.
All right, sit down.

Queer thing, Hank.

I know him.
When I was taking
Mrs. Vargas to the motel

I picked this guy
on the way.

I know. It's Uncle Joe Grandi.
Why'd you bring him in here?

For some crazy reason,
he was following me
in his car.

He was tailing you?

Yeah.

Why would I be
following a cop?
He's an idiot.

Maybe because you thought
he was a Mexican cop.

Because you thought
he was Vargas.
He was driving Vargas' car.

Oh.

Right?

So, you're right. So I thought
I was following Vargas.
So what?

Sit down.

It's a free country.

Shut up.

Is this the Mirador Motel?
I'm trying to...

Yes, it's the Mirador Motel,
and it's me.

Oh, darling,
the news is bad.

Quinlan is about to arrest
that boy Sanchez and...

Oh, Mike, is that
why you called?

To tell me
somebody's been arrested?

No, that's not really
why I called. It's...

It's to tell you
how sorry I am
about all this.

How very, very much
I love you.

Susie?

I'm still here,
my own darling Miguel.

Oh. I thought maybe
you'd fallen asleep.

I was just
listening to you breathe.

It's a lovely sound,
but I am sleepy.

Oh. Of course you are.

Well, then,
I'll be calling you
back later. Goodbye for now.

Mike?

Hello?

Yes?

Oh, I just wanted to tell you
I'm awfully tired.

Excuse me,
this is Mrs. Vargas talking.

I know.
It couldn't be anybody else.

Oh?

You're the only guest
we got here just now
in the whole place.

Oh, well, as I started
to tell you, there's no sign
to put up outside the door

and I just wanted to make sure
I wouldn't be disturbed.

Oh, that is,
if you're the one
who's in charge.

Don't you worry, Mrs. Vargas.
I am the one
who's in charge here.

Nobody's going to get through
to you unless I say so.

Oh, Vargas!
Sergeant Menzies wanted me
to give you this.

Your car keys.
Thanks.

Well, I was beginning to think
we'd lost you for good, amigo.

I had a phone call
to make.

English.
English.

They've got me measured
for the fall guy.
Now, just a minute.

Sure,
I'm the fortune hunter
who hypnotized Marcia,

who made her
kill her father
for his money.

Boy, if I had that
kind of power, I wouldn't be
where I am today, believe me.

You mean
you don't care
about the money?

Why should I lie?
If it hadn't been
for the money,

I wouldn't have
given her a tumble.
Oh, no?

But I told her that right
at the beginning,
but still she wanted...

Why bother?
You wouldn't believe it.

Try me.

I'm a good listener.

Well, instead of
the man chasing the girl,
suppose she was the one.

Suppose she asked him
to marry her.
What should he do?

Draw himself up
and say, "No, my dear,

"you and I could
never be happy together
because of your money"?

What would you do,
Vargas?

The question is,
what did you do?

Yeah,
what did you do, boy?

Well,
you know what I did,
Captain Quinlan.

Yeah, I know.
I was asking you.

Marcia and I made a bomb.
That's right, you made a bomb.

And we blew up
her father,
of course!

Made a bomb! That's true...

Don't you see
you don't help yourself
by treating this as a joke?

Are you finished?
Anything more
you wanna say, Vargas?

No, Captain.
No, good, well, Pete,
since you're here...

Yes, Hank.
...I wish you'd
search the place.

I'm too tired to
go on with it.

Sanchez's desk has been
looked into.

Take the bedroom
and the bathroom.
Okay, Hank.

I haven't been
very thorough.

Now listen, how long
do I have to sit here?

I wasn't
breaking no laws.
I was just...

I don't even know
these people.

You know Vargas,
don't you?
Who's this?

Uncle Joe Grandi.
Another Grandi.
Uncle Joe?

Yeah,
you nabbed his brother
on a narcotics rap.

I don't know
this Grandi.

Yeah? I got nothing
to do with you...
Shut up.

I'm an American citizen.

Now, listen,
Vic was arrested
in Mexico City, Captain.

Vargas is gonna testify
at his trial, Thursday.

It's got absolutely
nothing to do with...

You just try any rough stuff,
Uncle Joe,
and you'll find out.

He's a big shot in
the Mexican government.
Listen.

If anybody lays a hand
on Mr. Vargas
between now and Thursday

my brother Vic is
just as good as convicted.

Hank!
Yeah?

What is it, Pete?
I found it!

Found what, partner?

Come here and look!

I don't even know
this Sanchez.

All right, boy.
Boy, you come in here.

Now, in English, just
how much dynamite
was it you stole?

What good would it be
to tell you

that I've never seen
any dynamite?

Poor Rudy Linnekar.
He did all he could to keep
you away from his daughter

but she stands to inherit
a million bucks, so naturally
you just moved in here.

Marcia and I
were married. Secretly.

A million bucks.
Ain't no secret about that.

Then you got scared
he'd change his will.

Why don't you
let up for a minute?

So you got yourself
this highway job...

You broke into
the explosives bin
and stole...

That's a lie!

You stole ten sticks
of dynamite!

No! No!

Well, Hank has done it again.
He's nailed his man.

Thanks to you,
partner.
Me?

If that dynamite
had been a snake there
in the bathroom

it would have
bitten me.

I promised Chief Gould that
I'd keep you informed, Vargas,
so I'm doing it.

This is it.
We've broken the case.

Rudy Linnekar was blown up
with eight sticks of dynamite

and Sanchez stole ten.

That leaves two
and we found them both.

You heard that, boy.
We found the dynamite.

That's impossible.
We found two sticks.

Black Fox,
the identical brand.
The right number.

Where did you find this?
Right brand.
Right here in your love nest.

Where?
Where you had it
stashed, of course.

What are you
trying to do?

We're trying to strap you
to the electric chair, boy.

We don't like it
when innocent people are
blown to jelly in our town.

Yes, an old lady
on Main Street last night
picked up a shoe.

The shoe had a foot in it.
We're gonna make you
pay for that mess.

They're trying to
railroad me.
Yeah.

I don't know why.
I never stole
any dynamite.

You'll have to
stop him yourself.

From now on, he can talk Hindu
for all the good it'll do him.

He swears on
his mother's grave

that there has
never been any dynamite
in this apartment.

Sure. Sure.

Take him in.
Book him.

Let's go.

You say you found
this dynamite
in the bathroom?

Pete found it.

Show him the dynamite,
Pete.
Right here.

Can't you do something
to help me?

What are you scared of,
partner?

That stuff isn't nearly
as easy to blow up
as people seem to think.

It doesn't go off
quite that easy.

You found
the dynamite
in this box?

Dynamite?

Yeah. Pete found it.
We told you that.

Captain.
Yeah?

I looked
in that box
just now.

There wasn't
anything there.

I know how you feel.

Do you?
Sure, I do.

You people are touchy.

It's only human you'd want to
come to the defense
of your fellow countryman.

Vargas.
Vargas, don't worry.

Why should I worry?

You go right ahead
and say anything
you want to.

Folks will bear
your natural prejudice
in mind.

I saw that shoe box
ten minutes ago, Captain.

Yeah, well maybe
you didn't notice.

I knocked it over
on the bathroom floor.

I couldn't very well
have failed to notice
two sticks of dynamite.

Tell any story
you want to, Vargas.
The shoe box was empty.

Go on saying it's empty.
Folks will understand.

I'm saying
more than that,
Captain.

You framed that boy.
Framed him!

What's the matter
with him, Hank?
Is he... Is he crazy?

Yeah, that must be it.
Crazy.

Hank, what are we gonna do
with this Grandi guy?
Take him in?

Grandi?
I think you ought to
realize, Quinlan,

that when a man
of Vargas' position
is willing to testify...

Who you working for?
The Mexican government?

I'm working for
the district attorney.

Listen, I've got a position
in this town, a reputation.
Who's Vargas?

Vargas is kind of
important, too, Hank.

Somebody's gonna have
to give in on this thing.

Either that or somebody's
gonna be ruined.

Captain Quinlan.

What do you want?

Schwartz, you saw
that shoe box in the bathroom.
You know it was empty.

Well, now, I didn't
happen to see it myself,
but I believe you.

We are both after
the same exact thing,
Captain.

If Vargas goes on like this,
shooting his face off
like he was just now...

Move along.
Stop making trouble.
Trouble?

Who's the one
who's making trouble?
Vargas. Sure.

For my brother Vic
in Mexico City.
For you here.

Go peddle your papers,
Uncle Joe.

Well, you just
said it yourself.

Somebody's reputation
has got to be ruined.

Why shouldn't
it be Vargas'?

What are you waiting for?
Nothing, Hank.

Well, we got
work to do.

Okay, Hank.
Okay.

What do you want?
Nothing, Captain.

Nothing that
you don't want too.

Go on.
Spit it out, Grandi.

Captain, we cannot
stand out here
in the street.

Why don't we go
somewhere nice
and private,

where we can sit down
and have a drink?

I don't drink.

Look, Schwartz.
Al.

Al.

We must show
where Quinlan himself
got the dynamite.

If you're really with me
on this, we have still
to get some proof.

We've got
your word.

Let's do
better than that.

In your country, also,
when explosives are purchased,
some record is kept, no?

Sure, and we're going
to the right place
to look it up.

Hey, how about
Quinlan's ranch?

Where is that?

Just outside town.

While you're looking up
the dynamite records,
I might go out there.

Al, there is one thing
that worries me still.

What's that?

I could be wrong
about this

and that would be
very bad for you.

Let's see if
you're wrong first,
amigo.

I wondered if you could
turn that music off.

Would it be possible to ask
those people next door
to move?

Just to another cabin?

You see, I'm still trying
to get some sleep.

Where would you like me
to take you, doll?

You got the stuff?

Hey.

I brought this.
Some of the other guys
got more.

And the hypo?

Hi.

What are you
doing here?

Turn that down.

I'm the night man.

Yeah? Well,
you're a little early,
ain't you?

I thought I'd better come back
to see if the new day man...

Which one of you
is the new day man?

Beat it.

It's a mile and a half
down to the highway.

I think
I'd better stay.

Go in the kitchen
and get yourself
something to eat.

I brought my lunch.

Eat it now.

Eat it now?

I know you.
You're the Grandi boys.

Your Uncle Joe
know you're here?

Who could that be?

Take it easy, Pretty Boy.
What are you
in such a sweat about?

It's a tough rap
to get caught
with this stuff.

It's only that
Vargas dame again.

Yes, ma'am.

Get me State 1212.

Very good, ma'am.
State 1212.

Hey. Hey. That's
the police department.

Yeah?

It's the police,
all right.

What do we do now?

We do nothing.

We relax and
have ourselves a ball.

I'm very sorry,
Mrs. Vargas,

but the telephone
is temporarily
out of service.

I'll call you
just as soon as
it's repaired.

Better call
Uncle Joe.

So, that is our
little arrangement, sí?

A real sweet setup.

And all the help
we need...

Listen, you knock
somebody off,

I don't care who it is,
there won't be
any little arrangement.

Hola. Boss, it's for you.
Not with Hank Quinlan.

Yeah.

Vargas can't hurt me.

Well, maybe not.

But maybe
with our little deal,
we can hurt him.

I don't make deals.

Yeah? Why, sure,
I'm all right.

No, no, no.
Just go ahead like I said.
Don't worry. No matter what.

Something wrong
out there?

No, no.
Nothing we can't fix.

We? Where do you get that
"we" stuff? I didn't give you
any answer yet.

Captain, you keep talking
as though this was
some kind of a deal

where I ask you
to get me out of a rap.

No. That ain't it
at all.

In this thing,
we're partners, see?

Shall we drink to that?

I don't...

Juanita, two more
double bourbons.

Make them nice and big.

All I can say is,
this better be important.

It is.

I think we're out of our minds
to be here in Mexico at all.

Well, Vargas.

You sent for us.
Mr. Adair.

Gentlemen. No, it isn't really
true that I sent for you.
Mr. Schwartz insisted...

Let's get down
to cases.

You know Chief Gould,
of course, Mr. Vargas.

How do you do, sir?

Where's this
so-called document?

Perhaps we'd better
go to my room.

Yes,
by all means, yes.

In here, gentlemen.
Go ahead.

No, I'll walk.
Oh, okay.

The lift is rather small,
I'm afraid. Chief Gould.

Just press the button
for the second floor.
I'll meet you there.

I still don't know
why Vargas couldn't
come to my office.

He has practically
cabinet status

with the Mexican government,
you know.

Well, if he's
so important...

He can't very well
make a formal call

on either of you without
at least going through
his consulate

and putting
the whole thing

on an international level.
Okay.

Cut out all the fancy talk
and what does it boil down to?

This Mexican is bringing
criminal charges against

one of the most respected
police officers in the country

and that's what
it boils down to!

Well, Vargas,
you must be pretty quick
on your feet.

It's just that
the lift is slow.
This way, gentlemen.

Thank you.

After you.

I have it
right over here.

There.

While you're looking at it,
perhaps you'll excuse me

if I finish a call
I've put in.

Where'd you get this?

From your
department of records
about an hour ago.

They let
anybody
in there.

Well, it doesn't
mean anything.

That's your wife
you're calling, isn't it?
Yes.

You know who owns
the Mirador?
No, I...

"June 18th.
Hill's Hardware
in Los Robles.

"Seventeen sticks,
Black Fox brand,
to H. Quinlan."

Quinlan needed dynamite
for work on his ranch.
Simple coincidence.

Mr. Adair. Hello?

Yes?

Mirador?

My name is Vargas
and I'd like to speak
with my wife, please.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Vargas,
but your wife left
definite instructions.

She's not to be disturbed.

Honey!

You! In the next room.

What is it?

Come to the wall
so I can whisper.

Yes?

You know what the boys
are trying to do, don't you?

They are trying
to get in there.

They went to get
the master key.

You know what
marijuana is,
don't you?

Yes.

You know what
a Mary Jane is?

You know what
a mainliner is?

Well, I think so.

But what's that
got to do with me?

They take it
in the vein.

You're trying to tell me
these boys are drugged?

Is that why...

Hey, you think
they're ready
for that stuff yet?

Not yet, kid.

The fun
is only beginning.

Hank, I've been
looking for you
in every bar in town.

I've been in half of them,
but only here on the
wrong side of the border.

I never drink
on my own beat but...

Bartender, give him
some black coffee, quick.

I don't need black coffee.
Quick.
He's called a meeting.

A meeting?
Vargas, at his hotel.

Motel?

No, right here,
across the street.

Well, I don't need
any coffee, not yet.

Not yet?

This is a swell time
to be getting fried,

I must say.
My job's over, Pete.
You ought to be over...

Listen, Hank.
...at the apartment
working on Sanchez.

We gotta break this kid.
Vargas is telling
the chief and the D.A.

that you planted
that dynamite.

He was a fool.

They're taking him
seriously.

They came to him.
No, I mean Sanchez.

Dynamite's
no way to kill.

Did I ever tell you
the smart way to kill,
Pete?

Sure, sure.
Strangling.
Mmm.

Clean. Silent.

You told me
all that.

That's how my wife died.
Come on, finish that coffee.

I don't usually
talk about my wife.

Never when
you're sober.

She was strangled,
Pete.

I know, I know.

Binding cord.
She was working
up at the packing plant,

so the killer had it
right to hand. Smart.

You don't leave fingerprints
on a piece of string.

Bartender,
what do I owe you?

That half-breed done it,
of course.

We all knew that
but I was just
a rookie cop.

$4.75.

And I followed around
after him,
eating my heart out

trying to catch him.

But I never did.

Then in some mud hole
in Belgium, the good Lord
done the job for me. 1917.

Pete, that was
the last killer that ever
got out of my hands.

Where're you going now?
Where do you think?

To Señor Vargas' meeting.
He wants to fight dirty, okay.

That's the kind of fight
he's gonna get.

Perhaps...

Perhaps what?

Perhaps he honestly
thinks that Sanchez
is guilty.

Of course he does.
There's no "perhaps" about it.

Hank Quinlan
is an honest cop.

There are all kinds
of policemen, sir.

Oh.

I don't have to
tell you that.
A few take bribes.

Hank Quinlan
never took a dollar
in his life.

Most are honest, yes.

But even some of
the honest men abuse
their power in other ways.

Come in, Hank.

Well, I...

I don't know whether
I'm welcome or not.

I want you
to hear this.

I've heard it
already.

Your friend Vargas
has some very special ideas
about police procedure.

He seems to think
it don't matter whether
a killer's hanged or not,

so long as we
obey the fine print
in rule books.

Well, Captain, I don't think
a policeman should work
like a dogcatcher...

No?
...putting criminals
behind bars.

No. In any free country,
a policeman is supposed
to enforce the law

and the law
protects the guilty
as well as the innocent.

Our job is tough enough.
It's supposed to be.

It has to be tough.

A policeman's job
is only easy
in a police state.

That's the whole point,
Captain.

Who is the boss?
The cop or the law?

Where's your wife,
Vargas?

What do...
What do you mean?

You know where she is
as well as I do.

Sergeant Menzies drove her.
She's at the motel.

Oh? And you're
still here?

Yes, I'm checking out now
and joining her.

Do you have a reason
for asking?

No. No special reason, no.

I just wondered.

Oh, what do you know?
A mother pigeon
and her nest.

Pigeon egg.

Captain, you did buy
17 sticks of dynamite.

You tell your story, Vargas.
I don't have to
answer your questions.

A hired hand
at your ranch says...

My ranch?
...he used 15 sticks.

You been spying out
at my ranch?

A foreigner!
Without my knowledge, Hank!

Without my permission.
At your ranch you used

15 sticks of dynamite,
Quinlan. That leaves
two sticks missing,

and two sticks were found
in that shoe box.

He's just asking, Hank.
Hank!

What's that for?

It's for
letting him ask.

Well, Hank,
wait a minute!

Thirty years. Thirty years
you pound beats
and ride in cars.

Thirty years
of dirt-crummy pay.
But, Hank...

I gave my life to this...
Watch your blood pressure!

And you allow this foreigner
to accuse me!

We were giving you
a chance to answer!

Answer? Why do I
have to answer him?

No, sir!

I won't take back that badge
until the people
of this county vote it back!

Oh.

Hank, will you listen
a minute?

I don't want ever to see
that man in headquarters

for any reason
at any time!

Now, you backed him up!
Me?

You stood by
while he impugned
the integrity

of Captain Quinlan
and Sergeant Menzies.
I tried to stop him!

Do you realize
what Vargas has done?

He's smearing
hundreds of fine men!

Are you satisfied?

Have you caused
enough trouble?
Are you satisfied?

I want you
to apologize!

To Quinlan?
And to Chief Gould.

Would you like me
to get down on my knees?

If you have any decency,
you will, yes.
You'll crawl!

Mr. Adair, I won't give you
the chance to test
your authority in this matter.

Al, have I still
any credit left
with you?

Some.

Tell me,
where can I find the records
of Quinlan's old cases?

I'll show you.

I'd like to get back
to my wife.

I hope
this won't take
too long.

Hank.
Hmm?

You're not going
without this.

Well, now I guess
I can talk.

What do you mean,
Hank?

All I wanted to tell you was
I couldn't really say
in my own defense.

Go on, Hank.

What do you really
know about
this Vargas?

Isn't he in charge
of some kind of cleanup here
on this side of the border?

Narcotics, mainly?

Yeah. Narcotics.

He's a drug addict.
He's got that young wife
of his hooked, too.

But good.

If I hadn't seen
that hypodermic myself...

Hypodermic? You saw it?
I just said so, didn't I?

Oh, sure.

That's how come he happened to
imagine all those crazy
things. It's typical.

That's what that wife of his
was doing in that dive
on skid row.

Both a couple of junkies.
Course, he's using the job

as a cover-up.

You don't mean he's mixed up
in this dope racket himself?

Uh-huh.

Hank, if this is just
one of your hunches...

I don't ask you
to believe it.
I can prove it.

I know it isn't
my department, but...

I'd like to show you
I'm not talking outta
the back of my neck.

Just be careful, huh?

Chief,
I'll be very careful.

This takes guts, Al.

Standing up to your boss
this way.

After today, amigo,
you can do me a favor.

Help me look
for an office.

How's that?

Hank Quinlan's famous
intuition might still turn out
to be better than yours.

If so, my intuition tells me
I'll be going back
to private practice.

Here are the other names
you want...

Look, Al, I can
finish this alone.

Yes, and maybe
you can't.

Well, let me
try anyway.

I have no right to drag you
further into this.

Gonna do it
alone, huh?

All you gotta do
is solve the murder

and also prove that
the idol of the police force
is a fraud.

Amigo, you've got your work
really cut out for you.

Hello, Tana?
Is Captain Quinlan there?

Now, Sergeant.

Tana! Hey, Tana!

I'll be right there.

Now, what would
Hank Quinlan
be doing here?

Used to be, he'd hole up
at your place
for two or three days

with a case of whiskey.

That was years ago.
Now he's on candy bars.

Not tonight, he isn't.

Lemme stay.
I wanna watch.

Hold her legs!

Oh! No, let me go!

Don't touch me!
Let me go!
Don't! No, don't!

Close the door!

So, this is where
you've been all afternoon.
Huh?

How'd they let you in here,
a foreigner?

The hall of records
is open to the public,
Sergeant.

What are you doing?

You'll find out
tomorrow morning.

I want to know now!

What's all this?

Records of every case
where you or Quinlan

uncovered
the principal evidence.

In each case,
as you'll notice,

the defense denied
the existence
of that evidence.

What are you trying to do?
Wreck him?

Him?
What about you?

Are you telling me
you never planted
any evidence, Sergeant?

Of course not.
Neither did Hank.

It's all there.
Never.

The ax in the Berger slaying,
the dentures
in the Ewell case,

planting evidence,
framing suspects.

That's a lie.

I think I can prove it,
Sergeant.

Sure. You can
smear him.

Ruin his whole
life's work.

Vargas, I...

I don't even know where he is.
That's what
you've done to him.

What I've done to him?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's on an important case
and he's disappeared.

Good and drunk,
probably.

After 12 years
on the wagon.

That's what
you've done to him.

What about Quinlan,
Sergeant?
What's he done?

What about all those people
he put in the death house?

Save your tears
for them.

Is called up yonder

When the roll
is called up yonder

What seems to be
the trouble?

Trouble?
The lights.

The lights seem to be out
in all the cabins.

Yeah, yeah,
doesn't it?

Somebody's been monkeying
with them fuses.

They think I'm gonna fix them,
they got another thing coming.

It ain't my job to fix them,
even if I know how.

I'm the night man.

Could you show me, please,
to my wife's cabin?

No.

There is nobody here.

You must be
mistaken, sir.

My wife
has been registered here
since this morning.

My name is Vargas.

Vargas?
Would you look, please,
in the register?

The register?

Might be Cabin 6.

Possibly.

Maybe 7.

Yes, here.

May I?

There's nobody
been registered
all week.

No, it's off the season.

Nobody hardly ever comes
around at all.

I'm the night man.

There was that party.

Party? What party?

It's a mess.
Awful mess.

Where?

They think
I'm gonna clean it up,
they got another thing coming.

Terrible, terrible brawl.

Cabin number 7.

Right in the middle
of the afternoon.
Cabin number 7.

This brawl...

You mean there was
some sort of a fight?

Fight?
Yes.

No. No, it wasn't
that kind of a brawl.

It was...

One of them wild parties.
You know the kind?

This can't be
my wife's room.

This ain't her clothes, huh?
Whew! It stinks in here!

Let's get some air
in here!

It's a mess!
It's a stinking mess!
Them and their wild parties!

There's my briefcase.
I left it with Susan.

Stub here...

I'm getting out of here!

My gun!

You haven't been here?

You haven't been
in that room?

I just looked in.

I had a gun
in this case.

You didn't take it?

What would I want
with a gun?

Well, somebody
wanted it!

If they hadn't
put that Grandi boy
on the desk this morning

none of this
would've happened.

Grandi?

Well, who do you think
this belongs to, anyway?

Where are they?

The kids?

Yes.

Please.

Rancho!

Rancho Grande?
Yeah!

You got her undressed?

Yeah. We have scattered
more reefer stubs around.

You kids didn't use
none of that stuff yourself,
huh?

Think we're crazy?

Nobody in the Grandi family
gets hooked, understand?
That's the rule.

We blew the smoke
in her clothes,
that's all.

Like you said, we put on
a good show to scare her.

Let's hope
it was good enough.

When she wakes up,
she's gonna think maybe
something really did happen.

All right, now.
Beat it.

What about
our dough?

We were not doing this
for fun, Uncle Joe.

Beat it. Beat it.
You're gonna get
your dough tomorrow.

Okay.

Beat it.

Psst!

Okay.

Turn out the lights.

But why?

Nobody can see you
up here.

You sure?

Of course,
I'm sure.

Hey, what are you doing?

I brought you up here
for a reason.

I don't get it.

I don't even see
why you wanted us
to bring her

all the way
into town here.

I couldn't drive out
to the motel.

My car is known.
So what?

You're a cop
making an arrest.

No, the vice boys
will do that.

Who's that for?

Turn around.

Get the phone.
The phone.

Now dial 1212.

That is
the police station.

Go on. Dial it.

Stop, Quinlan.
You're drunk.

Just stop and think
for a minute.

See if they answer.

Hello?

Ask for
Sergeant Menzies.

Menzies.

Sergeant Menzies.

Quinlan, if you turn me in,
I'll have quite a story
to tell.

Yeah, you sure will.

See if Menzies is...

Hello? Menzies?

Got him?
Hand me the phone.

Hold it so I can talk in it.
Gimme the receiver.
Give me the receiver!

Hello, Pete.

Course it's me, partner.
Any news yet?

Sanchez still
hasn't broken.

What?

Vargas' wife?
A narcotics rap?

Oh, one of the boys
who was on this wild party
gave me the buzz, see?

Just relay that
to the vice boys
as "anonymous."

The Hotel Ritz,
Room 18.

The way I hear it,
things got a little
outta control.

Don't be surprised
what they find.

Well, what about me, Hank?
What do I do?

Keep after him!
Break him!
Break him!

Put off the phone.

Receiver.

Gimme the key.

Told you I brought you
up here for a reason.

Help! Somebody help me!

Help! Somebody
come up here!

Help me!

Mike!

Mike! Mike!

Talk English,
can't you?

Listen, I'm no cop now.
I'm a husband.

What did you do with her?
Where is my wife?

My wife!

Vargas!

It's your wife, Vargas.
They picked her up.

What do you mean,
"picked her up"?

The vice squad.

Quinlan?

You better come outside
with me, amigo.

No, no!
Tell me what happened!

They found her
at the Hotel Ritz, half naked
on one of the beds, drugged.

There were reefer stubs
and a heroin fix.

Vargas! The charge isn't
just possession of narcotics.

What is it then?

Murder.

Murder?

Susie. Susie, darling.

It's all right now,
Susie, Sue.

It's all down in the report.
They found evidence
of a mixed party.

Mixed party?

Articles of clothing,
half-smoked reefers,
needle marks...

Something else could produce
the same effects.
Demerol, for instance,

or sodium pentothal.

You could smell
the stuff on her.

This whole setup stinks!

Who the hell does Quinlan
think he is, hanging
a murder rap on my wife?

Mike! Mike.

Susie, lie down.

Mike.

Now, now,
it's all right, Susie.
Mike.

Take me home.

Yes. Susie. Susie.
Mike.

Forgive me.

Mike!

Don't go.

I'm right here, Susie.
It's all right.

You understand, Vargas,

there's no formal charge
against your wife.

Oh?

Even the vice boys
are not pressing anything.

Oh? The fact that Susan
won't actually serve time
makes everything all right.

Is that it?
I told you, I got something
to show you!

Her family, her good name.
Nothing's been touched
by all this filth.

I found it
in the hotel room.

Yeah.

With Grandi's body.

He's still just
sitting in there.

Here, give me that.
We've been waiting
three hours already.

We won't get a word
out of this as long
as he's near that piano.

If you would just
go in and shut it off...

He'll never
stand for that.

I have to get him
out of there.

Give me
the microphone.

Varg, I can take care
of this thing.

Not without me.

You know,
I was just checking
with the department.

You know that Grandi kid
we picked up?

Stand quietly.

He started to talk.

He says the kids
were all faking it.

Here's the antenna.
They didn't give your wife
any real dope.

The doc says
it was only
that truth stuff.

Sodium pentothal.

Yeah, no harm
in it at all.

No harm?

Schwartz is driving your car
across the border.

I told him we'd be
by the bridge here.

He's bringing
your wife along.
She's feeling fine.

The doc says
she can travel.

Sergeant...

Look, all she wants
is to catch the early plane
out of here.

How can I leave here
until my wife's name
is clean?

Clean! What do you think
you're carrying
that microphone for?

Now remember,
don't cross your arms.

I won't be able to get word...
I know, I know, I know.

I've got to get
the truth from Quinlan

all on tape.
Yeah.

He could stay there
the rest of the week
like he used to.

Now look, why don't you
just take your wife home
and let me handle this?

It's my job.

It's my job too,
Menzies.

It's my job.

It's my job too,
Menzies.

You think I like it?
I hate this machine.

Spying, creeping...

How do you think
I feel about it?

Hank is the best friend
I've ever had.

That's one reason
for my staying.

Oh, you don't trust me,
huh?

Don't forget, I was the one
that showed you that cane.

I didn't have to do it,
you know?

Oh yes, you did,
Sergeant.

Somebody could have
planted it there...
Menzies.

...beside
Grandi's corpse.

You know
better than that.

You say the reefers
were planted.
You know...

Why not Hank's cane?

...you're
an honest cop.

Sure, I am.

And who made me
an honest cop?
Hank Quinlan.

Come on, Menzies.

I am what I am
because of him.

What's my fortune?

You've been
reading the cards,
haven't you?

I've been
doing the accounts.

Come on.
Read my future for me.

You haven't got any.

Hmm?

What do you mean?

Your future's all used up.

Why don't you go home?

Vargas. Vargas.

I don't know
if you can hear me
over the piano music,

but I'll get him
out of there
so you can hear.

I'll get him out,
away from that music.
Be sure he doesn't see you.

I must be drunk.

A minute ago,
I thought
you were Vargas.

Come on out, Hank.

What's that?

Come on out, Hank.
I'm tired.

Who told you
to come here?

I'm tired of waiting, Hank.

There's some questions
you gotta answer.

Questions?

Questions?

I need another drink.

You had enough.

That's what
Tana keeps telling me.
How much is enough?

Hank,
I'm sick of chasing around,
trying to get at the truth.

You could
use a drink, yourself,
partner.

You got to answer, Hank...
All kinds of things.

First,
about Vargas' gun.

How do you know
about the gun?

He thinks you took it.

Vargas?

Or was it Grandi
that stole it?

You been talking
to Vargas, huh?

Then you took it
from Grandi?

You've been getting
kind of chummy,
you and that Mexican.

Does that explain
that thing you're
carrying around now?

What's it called?

That thing you're wearing?

What I'm wearing?

Sure.

That halo.

Halo?

Looks real
pretty on you, Pete.

Pretty soon you'll be
flapping your wings
like an angel.

Look out.

Vargas will turn you into
one of these here
starry-eyed idealists.

They're the ones making
all the real trouble
in the world.

Be careful.

They're worse than crooks.
You can always do
something with a crook.

You're the one who
should be careful, Hank,

dealing with crooks.
What?

Sometimes
you can turn into
a crook yourself.

Look what happened
with Grandi.

Partner,
nobody ever called me
a crook.

Look.
Look up there.

See?

That oil pump?

Pumping up money.

Money.

Don't you think
I could've been rich?

A cop in my position?
What do I have?

Tell me
about Grandi, Hank.

After 30 years,
my little turkey ranch.

That's all I got.
A couple acres.

We gotta talk
about Grandi.

An honest cop...
Then this Mexican
comes along,

and look at the spot
he puts me in!

You can't blame
Vargas

for what happened to Grandi.
Blame Vargas?

I blame Vargas
for everything. Crazy.
Hank, don't be crazy.

If it wasn't for him,
do you think
I'd be in a situation

where Grandi could
blackmail me?

Then, of course,
when I had to
defend myself...

Defend yourself?
Hank, you must be crazy.

Sure, I'm crazy.
Insane! Defend yourself? Hank!

You murdered Grandi.

I left my cane by his body.
That was sure crazy.

All right. Let's start
in the beginning.

What about Vargas' gun?

I was talking
about my cane.

The gun!
I forgot it.

The gun you stole
from his briefcase.
Gun?

Vargas' gun!

Vargas,
Vargas, Vargas!

All you want to talk about
is Vargas!

You took the gun
from his briefcase,
but you didn't use it.

Grandi was strangled.

Grandi was a crook.

You're a killer, Hank.

Partner,

I'm a cop.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Drunk and crazy
as you must've been
when you strangled him.

I guess you were somehow
thinking of your wife,
the way she was strangled.

Oh, I'm always
thinking of her,
drunk or sober.

What else is there
to think about,
except my job?

My dirty job!

You didn't have to
make it dirty.

I don't call it dirty.
Look at the record.

Our record, partner. Huh?
Sure, sure, sure.

Well?
All those convictions.

Convictions, sure.
How many did you frame?

Nobody.

Come on, Hank.
How many did you frame?

I told you. Nobody.

Nobody that
wasn't guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Every last one of them.

Guilty.

All these years
you've been playing me
for a sucker.

Faking evidence.

Aiding justice, partner.

Yeah, like the ax
in the Berger case.

Right.
Remember that?

I was the one
that found the ax, just where
you planted it for me to find.

Just like the dynamite
with Sanchez.

Just like you planted
that dynamite!

Don't you think
Sanchez is guilty?

He's guilty.
He'll confess.

Hey!
Listen to that.

Hank, I got to
have to tell.

Hear that?

Hear what?
Like an echo.

Vargas?

I've got a feeling
he's someplace around here.

Close to me.

I got a hunch.

Why Vargas?
Why should he...

You sound kind of
nervous, Pete.

No, my game leg

is starting to
talk to me.

Vargas.

Maybe he's tailing me
with a bug.

Recording.

Hey! Are you carrying
a bug for him? A microphone?

Hank, I...
Don't lie to me!

All right, now.
You better give me
that gun.

Where is he?

Where is he?

How did you figure
to frame Vargas with it?

Framed?
Who's been framed?

Where is he?
Vargas?

Where is he?
Hank, look, I...

I'm talking to
Vargas now.

Vargas?
Can you hear me?

I'm talking to you

through
this walking microphone
that used to work for me.

No, I ain't
working for Vargas.
Vargas! Vargas!

I'm working for
the department, Hank.

Better give me
Vargas' gun.

Okay, here it is.
Give it to me.

Vargas!

Well, Captain,

I'm afraid this is finally
something you can't
talk your way out of.

You want to bet?

You killed him, Vargas.

Come on, now.
Give me my gun back.

You don't understand me.
You killed Pete.

The bullet is from your gun.

You think anyone
would believe that?

They always believe me.

Anyway, they'd never believe
I killed him.

The gun.

You're resisting arrest.

How could you arrest me here?
This is my country.

And this is where
you're gonna die.

That was no miss, Vargas!
That was just to
turn you around.

I don't wanna shoot you
in the back

unless you'd rather
try to run for it.

Schwartz!
Is she there?

Did you bring my wife?

She's in the car.

That's Menzies. He's dead.
Quinlan's been shot too.

He's lying by the recorder
down there.
I've got it all on tape.

You sure you got enough?
More than enough.

Go play it back.
You'll see.

Susie!
Mike!

All these years
you've been playing me
for a sucker.

Faking evidence.

Aiding justice, partner.

Hank!

Susie.
Oh, Mike.

It's all over, Susie.
I'm taking you home.

Home.

How many did you frame?

Nobody that
wasn't guilty. Guilty.

Hank!

No, I ain't
working for Vargas!

Vargas! Vargas!

You better
give me that gun.

Okay, here it is.
Give it to me!

Vargas!

Pete,

that's the second bullet
I stopped for you.

His famous intuition was right
after all. He framed
that Mexican kid Sanchez

but he didn't even need to.
The kid confessed
about that bomb.

So, it turns out
Quinlan was right
after all.

Isn't somebody going
to come and take him away?

Yeah, in just
a few minutes.

You really liked him,
didn't you?

The cop did.
The one who killed him.
He loved him.

Well, Hank was
a great detective,
all right.

And a lousy cop.

Is that all you have
to say for him?

He was some kind of a man.

What does it matter
what you say about people?

Goodbye, Tana.

Adios.