Naked Alibi Page #4

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Nobody!

How do you know?

How?

Conroy... You!

That cop is still on my trail.

- That's it!

- I don't know a Conroy.

- Don't lie to me!

- I don't know!

DON'T LIE TO ME!

- Al, I don't

- Answer up!

The more you're absent.

That's how I knew.

I only guessed it, I only guessed.

Alright.

I gotta wife and kid.

But it's all over now.

I'm getting a divorce.

You and me,

we're going to get married.

Sorry I lost my head.

Go home and get yourself fixed up.

I'll tell Irish you can't

make the next show.

- Who is it?

- Marianne. Open the door.

- How d'you know where I was?

- Petey followed you.

Don't

Al Willis knows you're in town.

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 you're a cop

and your name's Conroy.

The important thing is

Al suspects you're in town.

He'll start looking for you.

Why tell me?

I want you out of town before

he finds you. He'll kill you.

I'll help you get out of town.

No.

I've been led through these streets

before and got a knife in me.

Do it your way.

- I told you.

- Maria!

Al?

Who else.

- Why?

- I wouldn't tell him where you were.

Don't ask me why I wouldn't tell him.

I wouldn't know.

I'm sorry.

- Where d'you see him last?

- The El Parico.

- Did he follow you here?

- No, I was careful.

Joe, why won't you get out of here?

I'll tell you why.

Al Willis killed three detectives.

I was their chief.

I got fired because I insisted he was

the killer, but couldn't prove it.

I won't leave until I can.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

What are you going to do?

Turn this over to the police here.

They'll pick him up on the old charge.

I'll fill in on

the rest of the story and...

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

- just in case.

- Alright Joe.

- I'll see you Joe.

- Yeah.

No gun Al.

Fine.

Relax Conroy.

- It's a friendly party.

- Yeah.

Like the one you threw for Lt. Parks.

- You're a stubborn man.

- You're right.

And you're so wrong.

You've been at this for weeks.

Even you should be convinced I'm clean.

- Sure'

- The truce.

What d'you say. I'm not sore.

Willing to forget all about it.

All you got to do is call it off.

But to show you

I've got no hard feelings

I'll buy you a dinner

at El Parico tonight.

How about it?

Might not be a bad idea.

Come on.

Joe!

Al wants to see you.

- Later.

- Now!

Come in Mariana. Sit down.

We've been waiting for you.

Don't worry, there'll be no trouble.

Conroy and I just

talked the whole thing out.

Sort of... buried the hatchet.

Didn't we?

Sort of.

Sit down.

No, no thank you.

Just the way you like it baby.

Rare.

I'm not hungry.

Too bad.

How about a little of this?

What's the matter baby?

You're not drinking.

I don't feel much like it.

We've got a happy little party

going here. Come on.

Join in.

I'm sorry Al/

Don't just sit there and look at him.

Put your arms around him.

Kiss him.

Don't let me stop you.

Go on.

Kiss him.

I want to see how you do it.

- She doesn't want to kiss me.

- Yes she does.

Bashful maybe, because I'm here.

Don't let that bother you.

We're all friends now.

Three of us.

Go on.

Kiss him.

Make love to him,

like all along.

Is it like you make love to me?

- I haven't.

- Go on kiss him.

Easy copper.

Sorry Joe, but I, er...

Sorry I blew my top.

I guess I'm a little jealous.

Maybe I'll get over it.

Tony, why don't we leave these

two little love birds alone.

Finish up Joe.

If there's anything else you want,

it's all me like I said.

I want you to have a

real... good... meal.

- Boys all set?

- Yeah.

- Don't let them out of the booth.

- Right.

I want my share now ahead of time.

Half now...

Half later.

He's crazy, Joe.

He sure is.

Why does a guy like that

go to church all the time.

He doesn't go to church.

He doesn't?

Sure made a big thing back home

about being religious.

I don't know.

We searched high and low

for that murder gun.

Nobody ever thought

of searching the church.

- They're Felix's friends

- Yeah.

They start a fight and somebody gets

it in the back. My accident.

I gotta call the police.

They'll wreck my place.

Keep an eye on me. I don't want any

trouble. I'm not in the fight at all.

Sure.

I'll do it this way copper.

The other was better,

but this will do just fine.

Get into his arms baby.

Die like lovers hugging each other.

- Where'd they go?

- Outside maybe. They couldn't go far.

Come on. Let's look around.

Get my car. At the motel.

A blue and silver two door Mercury.

I'll meet you at

the other end of the alley.

Hey Mister. Looking for

Mr. Willis and another guy?

- Where'd they go?

- It'll cost.

They went around that way.

Right let's go.

- Thanks Petey.

- My pleasure.

Get in.

Can you use this?

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

- Wait.

- Let the police catch him.

- What?

Al didn't do anything.

Conroy beat him up in a cafe brawl.

Shoved him into a car at gunpoint.

That's kidnapping.

Let's talk to the cops.

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, about 175 pounds.

Blue and silver Mercury, two door sedan.

1953 California license. 1X7 AO33

Believed traveling north

on State Highway 6.

Conroy is armed.

Attention all units.

The search for kidnapper Joseph Conroy

continues unabated.

As Federal 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 an ex-chief of detectives.

A former man hunter himself.

They'll get you copper.

One of those trigger happy bulls, you

bossed around, will blow your head off.

- Better tend to business.

- Take him to the cops.

I would if I was sure

the gun was in the church.

If not my story will never stick.

They'll hang that kidnap charge on me.

They think I'm a psycho cop.

What about showing them the telegram?

There's nothing in that proves he

killed three officers. The gun's it.

This figures to be in the church

and I think I can turn it up.

Let's go.

Out!

Start walking.

Get in!

Where d'you think you're taking me?

Church on the square.

You'll dig up that

German Mauser for me.

Don't laugh. I might just have

a way of getting it out of you.

I can take anything you can give.

We'll see about that.

Even if there is a gun,

it doesn't mean it's mine.

Don't go building a dream around that.

It'll be traced back to you

a dozen different ways.

Yeah.

- What's up Mac?

- I'll take a look inside.

For crying out loud.

I've got to get this load in.

Nothing but trouble. Two hours late,

Broken fuel pump and now this.

- Hurry up will you Mac?

- OK.

- Hey what is this?

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