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MITCHELL, SR.

She should have been arrested last

night.

MCKECHNIE:

That's as may be.

(to Killaine)

We've ample grounds to detain her

for questioning. You can't deny

that, surely.

KILLAINE:

No.

MCKECHNIE:

I hear she's a very pretty girl.

KILLAINE:

Which forces me to arrest her

against my better judgment.

MCKECHNIE:

Aye. You have a point there.

MITCHELL, SR.

If so, I must say that it escapes

my attention. It is my son who

has been murdered. He was not

always a good son--but he was my

son. I want his murderer punished.

The girl's obviously a criminal of

some sort. Otherwise, she'd give

an account of herself. Arrest

her, and you'll find out soon

enough.

MCKECHNIE:

(eyeing Killaine)

I think he's right.

KILLAINE:

(standing up)

Am I to interpret that as an order

to arrest Miss Mayfield?

MCKECHNIE:

When I give an order, you'll not

need it interpreted.

(glances up at clock

on wall)

You have an hour to make your mind

up.

(he turns to

Mitchell, Sr.)

Well, are ye satisfied, Mr.

Mitchell?

MITCHELL, SR.

I'll be satisfied when my son's

murderer is convicted and hanged.

(pause--his

expression softens

a little)

You've given this young man a very

difficult choice.

MCKECHNIE:

Aye. That was the point you said

you didn't get.

(he turns back to

Killaine)

That's all.

(makes a gesture of

dismissal)

KILLAINE:

Very good, sir.

He turns. We PAN HIM TO THE DOOR, he starts out.

INT. VANCOUVER POLICE HEADQUARTERS - CORRIDOR -- DAY

Killaine comes from Mckechnie's office. Starts back to

towards his own office.

Another plain clothes cop, DRISCOLL, is walking towards

Killaine. They meet just outside Killaine's office.

Driscoll is a tall, solemn-looking Irishman.

DRISCOLL:

May I have a moment, Inspector?

Killaine stops.

DRISCOLL:

The Harbor police have just picked

up a dead man out of the water.

KILLAINE:

Floater?

DRISCOLL:

Not a floater. Only just dead.

KILLAINE:

(starting to turn

away)

You're the waterfront specialist.

Find out about it. I've got a

murder to investigate.

DRISCOLL:

You have two murders to investigate.

This man's head was beaten in.

And there's nothing in his pockets.

KILLAINE:

Drunk-rolling job. They hit him

too hard.

DRISCOLL:

(annoyed with his

manner)

I've been on the waterfront detail

for twelve years. This man hadn't

been dead an hour. He wasn't killed

last night. He was killed today.

In broad daylight. That's no drunk-

rolling job.

KILLAINE:

(starting to turn

away again)

Let me know when you've identified

him

Driscoll gives him a somber look and starts to leave.

KILLAINE:

(calling after him)

And don't get too logical, Driscoll.

In police business it doesn't work.

I wish it did. But it doesn't

DRISCOLL:

(looking back)

I'm an Irishman, sir. An Irishman

is always logical.

Killaine frowns, then starts into his own little office.

EXT. PARLIAMENT BUILDING - SIDEWALK -- DAY

CLOSE SHOT -- A PORTION OF A TALL, SPEAR TOPPED IRON RAILING

ALONG THE SIDEWALK

A MAN in a business suit is leaning against it, He is a

plain-clothes dick by the name of HANDLEY. Other PEOPLE

are standing near him, looking through the railing, as if

waiting for something to happen. Handley is looking in

the other direction, along the sidewalk. In the background,

SOME TRAFFIC NOISE, and far off, BLAST OF A TUG WHISTLE.

Handley gets a cigarette out and lights it, with his eyes

still looking off to the side.

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