Born to Kill Page #6

- How'd you find out about him?|- He was at your wedding.

It occurred to me it might be awkward|if he went around asking questions...

...even though the whole thing|is ridiculous. So I decided to stop it.

- That isn't why you went.|- It is.

- You're lying.|- Take it easy, Sam. I don't think she is.

- Whose side are you on, anyway?|- Oh, Sam.

You certainly make it tough for people|who are on your side.

What did she say|that detective's name was?

Arnett.

Mrs. Kraft, please.

- 618.|- Thank you.

- Deal.|- Gotta add up.

- Why?|- Find out who won.

- I won.|- Who says?

- Don't argue!|- You won.

- How's the search coming along?|- That's what I'm gonna find out.

- Shut that, will you? Cold's eating into me.|- Pleasure, pleasure.

Well, did you ever get around|to playing cards with Virginia?

- Virginia?|- I thought so.

You're no Casanova with women.|Those were all lies you fed me.

You're a poor substitute for Laury.

- Are you calling me a liar?|- Yes. You're a liar, all right.

And you are a cheat.

What makes you say that?

- Can I help you?|- Yes.

Well, the 10 of diamonds|we were looking for.

Why, sure enough. Yes.

- See who it is.|- Yeah.

Oh, it's you. That's all.

Take you on tomorrow,|and I'll beat you again.

Yeah, in a pig's eye.

Quite a delightful surprise,|your coming to San Francisco.

But a needless trip, if I may say so.|May I help you?

I've got nothing to keep me in Reno.

And I wanted to be on the spot|when you caught the skunk.

Now, Mrs. Kraft, I didn't say|he was here.

- What made you come here, then?|- Look, a certain young man came here.

This young man I remembered seeing|outside Mrs. Palmer's house...

...at police headquarters, at the funeral|parlor where Mrs. Palmer was laid out.

Poor Laury. I hope she's in heaven now.

Although I don't know as Laury|would have much fun up there.

Go on, this man you saw|at the funeral parlor, is he the one?

No. But he gave me a lead.

What good's a lead? It's high time|you found out something.

Mrs. Kraft...

...in a few days, either my suspicions|will be verified...

...and we will have our quarry...

...or I will have failed you.

Which will be exceedingly painful|to a man of my integrity.

It won't hurt half as much as me|to lose my $500.

Speaking of money,|I have a little expense account...

...which I thought I'd leave with you,|for traveling and incidentals.

Boy, you really blow yourself|with those incidentals, don't you?

All right, Mrs. Kraft.

Thank you.

- Yes?|- How do you do, Mrs. Kraft?

Who are you?|Take your foot out of my door.

What I wanna talk to you about|concerns Laury Palmer.

Thank you.

Well?

Now, you don't expect me to tell you|just like that. It's not feasible.

How much is it gonna cost me?

Well, I'm not gonna do much,|so I won't need much.

- A C-note should make me very happy.|- Now, I suppose.

No. I'll prove to you|I'm strictly on the level.

Tonight will be all right, after I show you|what you're looking for.

Fair enough.

How come you got ahold|of this information?

Through underworld connections,|like it says in the newspapers.

- I'm a bad boy.|- You are, huh?

- Have some beer.|- No, thanks. Beer makes me sleepy.

- I don't like it.|- Me, I love it.

I love it the best in the world.

I loved Laury too.

Yeah, I'm at the barren tail end of my life,|and Laury was all I had.

Laury and the bottle.

Well, there's nothing I can do|for the bottle...

...but I'm sure not gonna let Laury down.|- That's right. You and Laury stick together.

Mrs. Kraft, here's a map of San Francisco|and vicinity.

You see this corner I've marked here?

I better write it down for you.

You pick up a cab tonight|and drive out there...

...alone.

- I'll be waiting for you.|- What time?

Eleven o'clock.

Remember, glamour girl,|I'll do this on just one condition.

- What's that?|- That you don't make any passes at me...

...when you get me out there.|I'm a very shy kid.

Yes?

Are you turning in right away?

No. I was just going to read. Did you|want to see me about something?

Yes.

I wanted to talk to you about Sam.

He's a great guy, Sam,|but he's kind of impulsive.

Well, he's the sort of guy that punches|first and asks questions later.

Now, you...

I think you're different.|I think you figure things close.

So that's why I took a chance on having my|head beat open and came in here tonight.

The way I see it, it's not feasible|for you and Sam to keep on...

Well, what I mean is...

...Sam's married to a lovely little wife,|and you're engaged to Mr. Grover.

- Right, I am.|- Don't get mad.

I am getting mad. I resent people marching|into something that doesn't concern them.

You think it doesn't.|It concerns me if it concerns Sam.

Suppose you discuss it with Sam, then.

I tried to tell you about him.|He won't listen to what I have to say.

And I'm not interested.

Well, I got it off my chest, anyhow.

- Good night.|- Good night.

- Who is it?|- It's me, Sam. Can I come in?

Yeah.

Well, I found the client.

She's at the Felton Hotel.|Her name's Kraft.

- She was Palmer's pal.|- Yeah?

I got everything fixed.|I'm gonna meet her in a little while.

What a glamour girl.

- Sam.|- What?

Are you sure this is the way|you want it handled?

- Why?|- I just asked.

- I don't mind, if it's the most feasible way.|- I'm sure this is how I want it handled.

Okay.

Have you figured out what|we're gonna do with the detective?

- No.|- Well, don't let it worry you.

We've come through|everything so far, haven't we?

- Yeah.|- So long.

So long, Mart.

- How much?|- Two-seventy, please.

- Keep the change.|- Thank you.

Are you sure this is the corner?

There are no buses or streetcars|around here if you get stuck.

- This is it, all right.|- Okay, lady.

- Hi, glamour girl.|- Hello.

Well, now that we're both here,|we can be on our way.

- On our way?|- We've got a little bit of a walk.

Out there.

- You don't mind, do you?|- I sure do mind.

I ain't built for gallivanting around|in the sand.

I'll help you if the going gets rough.|You can depend on me, glamour girl.

This is pulling my legs out|of their sockets.

- How much further do we go?|- No further.

Well, I don't see a thing here.|What have you got to show me?

The moral is, don't hire detectives.

Take it easy, glamour girl.

You shouldn't feel so bad.|You've lived a long life.

You're no spring chicken, you know.

Glamour girl. Who is it?

- It's me, Mart. Your old pal Sam.|- What's the matter with you, Sam?

Sam, what's this all about?

Sam, take that knife away. What did I do?|I was out here tonight for you.

- In Helen's room for me too, I suppose.|- I was. I was trying to save you trouble.

- In her room?|- It wasn't like it looked.

- It wasn't. I swear, Sam.|- Wasn't it?

Sam, take that knife away|so I can talk to you.

I knew you'd listen to me, Sam.

Here's how it was, Sam...

You're crazy, Sam.

Mrs. Brent. Mrs. Brent.

The police are downstairs, Mrs. Brent.

They say Mr. Waterman|was murdered last night.

I'll be right down.

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