Peeper Page #6

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- Here?

- No, in Chicago.

What's in here?

Supplies.

Why, it's locked.

You alone down here?

Hey, are you lawmen?

There a back entrance to this joint or anything?

The way in is the way out.

- Who you lookin'for?

- Cold-blooded killers.

Oh, there's plenty of places here in

the basement where they could be layin' low.

Storage rooms, closets,

dark passage...

Show us.

- And they got guns too?

- Yeah. But so do we, huh?

This is how I always hoped

it would be.

- Being a private eye, you know?

- And it hasn't been.

No. It's always lacked the excitement

before... and dark intrigue.

Do you know, I have done all

my work in bright sunlight...

because it never rains out here

like it does back home?

No cold, wet pavements. No fog.

And do you know,

people out here don't drink tea?

And, confidentially,

I don't like bloody hot dogs.

I'll just look and see if it's safe to go out.

I was growing accustomed

to your face, Tucker.

I look better

in electric light.

The coast looks clear now.

Why?

- I'm really sorry, Tucker.

- Sorry?

My head hurt, and I felt like a sucker.

I don't know

which bothered me more.

It took me until 8.;00 to stand up

and figure out which were my hands...

and which were my feet.

I drove over to the Prendergast place.

Frank was blackmailing both girls...

telling them they were both Anya.

Only one of them was Anya.

My hunch was that Frank

was lying to the other one.

You've got to go with your instincts.

Anglich was dead.

I promised him Anya would get the money,

and I was gonna keep my promise.

I don't know why.

Neither of them deserved it.

Anyway, I wasn't doing it for them.

I was doing it for Anglich.

Nobody was home...

and the Doberman was trying to eat

the inside of the car, so I was free to look around.

I didn't know what I was looking for...

except I made a rule awhile back...

Never let a lack ofknowledge

get in your way.

It seemed strange that

the old lady wasn't home.

The samurai butler

wasn't there either.

Nobody. Just a lot of doors

that looked like they led someplace.

And most of them

turned out to be closets.

Frank's room

was at the end of the hall.

It looked like he hadn't

been there for a while...

although with rich people

you can never tell.

They always have people

cleaning up after them.

Get lost! Get lost!

I am lost.

Look... Please, mister.

Please!

What the hell

are you doing here?

- I beg your pardon?

- I said what the hell are you doing here?

You better turn that question around.

I want an answer from you.

I didn't find anything.

I didn't find one thing.

Look!

I can't breathe.

- Breathe later.

- Please.

You are very bad at

whatever it is you're doing, friend.

Honest to God, I'm... I'm just

his lawyer winding up his affairs.

I thoughtJaster was a lawyer.

- You never heard of a lawyer's lawyer?

- What the hell are you up to?

Now fast, because

I am going crazy!

Shake your head if you think of something!

l... I work for Frank Prendergast,

notJaster.

- I lied to you.

- For Prendergast? Now come off it!

- And you're tearing his room apart?

- Right.

Never mind about "right."

I want to know why!

Oh, I can't say.

I just can't tell you, Tucker.

- Privileged information.

- Privileged information, huh?

How come you told me

you worked forJaster?

- I couldn't trust you.

- You couldn't trust me?

Listen, friend, you're under every rock

that I turn over around here!

Have you any idea

where Anglich is right now?

- Uh, beats me.

- I'll bet it does.

- Honest.

- And the Prendergasts...

Where are they right now?

Privileged in...

Frank is taking a boat

down to Mexico or Brazil...

someplace with his bird-watchers.

- And the girls?

- Went with him, I guess.

- Both of them?

- Yeah, I guess. But it was dark.

- I was in the bushes.

- You mean they're gonna leave

the old lady behind here?

No, no. As a matter of fact,

they took her, too, in a wheelchair.

- Now that I could see.

- Get up. You're coming with me.

- Where? I ain't goin' nowhere.

- Come on.

Where are you takin' me?

What is this?

I'm a member of the California

Bar Association!

Did you ever hear of

the Mann Act?

I don't find anything funny

about kidnapping.

You crossed the line now, far as I'm concerned.

- What is this anyway?

- Will you shut up please?

Nice car. You're doing all right.

- That's not my car.

- My father was a mailman.

He got nearly

bit to death once!

Will you shut up?

Hey, Tucker.

Listen to me.

You let me alone, and you can have

this whole thing to yourself.

- All right?

- Thanks. I'll remember that.

- Oh, I wish I could tell you the truth.

- You will.

- When does the boat leave?

- Tonight.

- I know. When?

- I don't know!

- You know everything.

- It's a cruise ship.

Leaves in maybe an hour from the Wilmington pier.

- Which berth?

- Oh, Berth 154.

154. The butler drove 'em.

What's that?

- Gun.

- Why?

To shoot with.

Don't try nothin' serious,

unless you wanna be an angel, Dick Tracy.

Now you keep your eyes

peeled on that road for my friend.

- What's he driving?

- None of your business.

No, the... The reason I ask is that

I think he's in the car right behind us.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm gonna have to steal your car.

So please, just get out!

Excuse me.

- Excuse me.

- Yes, sir.

- Are all these people bird-watchers?

- Are they what, sir?

Bird-watchers... people who look at birds...

sailing in a group charter together.

- Oh, no, not everyone, sir.

- Oh, thank you.

- Take your bag for you, sir?

- It's all right. I'll carry my own...

I want my case back.

Which one is mine?

- It's this one, sir.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, sir.

- Just one second.

- Porter, this is my bag.

- No, miss, it's his. This one is yours.

Steward! This is my bag. There's been

a mix-up, and the porter won't admit it.

- Is that your suitcase, sir?

- Yes it is.

- Make him open it and be sure.

- Do you have any objections?

Yes, I bloody well do. I don't like

strangers looking at my personal items.

Open the one on the cart.

See?

Excuse me.

Beg your pardon.

Hello? Sid?

Sid?

It's R... It's Rosie, Sid.

You okay?

All right, now, well...

Roll way back.

I'm gonna blow the lock off.

Do you hear me?

Roll way back.

You got the room?

Okay.

- Excuse me.

- Yes, sir. The baggage is stored below, sir.

Right. Could you tell me where

the Prendergast party is?

Prendergast?

Prendergast.

- It's, uh, not my money.

- It's in your pocket.

They're up on "M" deck.

There's an awful lot

of staterooms up on "M" deck.

All ashore that's going ashore.

All ashore

that's going ashore.

You see, we were coming along the free...

I jumped right out

of the car to get here.

Are you all right? Now you just rest yourself.

Take it easy. You want to...

I know... I know it looks strange...

me just turning up

like this and all.

But you see,

I wasn't lying to you before...

when I told you

I was working for the Prendergasts.

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