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DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ROYAL HOTEL - ELEVATOR -- DAY

BRANDON AND KILLAINE

KILLAINE:

(casually)

You do a lot of real estate trading,

Brandon?

BRANDON:

Now and then. Mostly just for the

fun of it.

KILLAINE:

I tried it once. I lost my shirt.

BRANDON:

(with a faint smile)

I buy my shirts by the dozen.

Fortunately.

KILLAINE:

(glancing at the

elevator operator)

Where did it all come from? Or is

that a permissible question?

Elevator stops. OTHER PEOPLE get in. Elevator starts

down again.

WIPE TO:

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - BY ELEVATOR -- DAY

Elevator reaches lobby floor, doors open, people come out.

Killaine and Brandon separately. Brandon first. He waits

for Killaine.

BRANDON:

I had a father who knew how to

steal.

KILLAINE:

(puzzled)

What?

BRANDON:

You asked me where it all came

from.

KILLAINE:

(smiles)

Oh. That was just one of those

idle questions. One doesn't expect

an answer.

Brandon nods, turns towards the desk, Killaine following.

Campbell the manager, is behind the desk, and a clerk.

The clerk, seeing Brandon, reaches mail out of the box,

hands it to Brandon, who stands looking over.

KILLAINE:

(to Campbell)

I think I'd like to take another

look at Mr. Mitchell's room.

Brandon glances at him quickly, then back to his mail.

KILLAINE:

I don't know why. As a matter of

fact, I don't know anything.

CAMPBELL:

(polite but rather

cold)

It's about time you did--know

something.

KILLAINE:

I agree with you perfectly. But

when did time ever help a fool?

Brandon gives another quick glance, then strolls off along

the lobby towards the main Hotel entrance, still looking

at his mail as he walks. Killaine looks after him.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

Killaine goes over to where Handley is sitting, drops into

a chair beside him, takes out his crested cigarette case,

takes a cigarette, then with an after-thought, offers case

to Handley, which brings then close together, as Handley

takes cigarette.

HANDLEY:

Nothing. She hasn't shown.

KILLAINE:

Check the boat?

HANDLEY:

Gore's out doing it now.

Killaine gives him a light. They both puff. Killaine

pits cigarette case away.

KILLAINE:

(pretending to stifle

a yawn)

Must be almost tea-time

(moves to get up)

I'll be in Mitchell's room.

Handley nods slightly. Killaine gets up, starts to move

back to the desk. Campbell stands there waiting for him.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. STREET - WATERFRONT -- DAY

BETTY WALKING CAMERA FOLLOWING

Her hands are deep in the pockets of her coat, head bent

forward. She comes under a street sign, looks up. The

sign says:
FRONT STREET

SOUND of a car coming up behind her. SOUND indicates it

is breaking to stop. Betty becomes rigid, then very slowly

turns her head, as though she expected to find a police

car had come up behind her.

BRANDON (O.S.)

Hop in.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

Showing Brandon's convertible, Brandon leaning out. Betty

crosses the sidewalk, gets into the car. HOLD ON THE CAR

as it starts up, SHOOTING FROM A NATURAL ANGLE.

BETTY:

I hated to go to that place. I

almost went to the police station

instead.

BRANDON:

No percentage in that.

BETTY:

They're going to arrest me.

BRANDON:

I know. Killaine has a warrant.

BETTY:

(as the car turns

into Ford Street)

I have my own warrant. Stop a

minute, please.

Brandon looks at her, puzzled, brings the car to a stop;

sits staring at her. Background of harbor ships, Betty

draws something out of her pocket--a paper--and hands it

to him. He takes it, opens it, reads it aloud, in a low

voice.

BRANDON:

(reading aloud)

"Dear Inspector Killaine: This is

goodbye. You were right, I had a

secret. You were right, I changed

my name. I tried to hide from the

past and I walked into almost the

same situation that I had run away

from. I didn't kill Larry Mitchell,

but I can't prove it. I couldn't

prove it the other time, either.

Where I am going, nothing has to

be proved. There's a lot of water

between Vancouver and the U.S.A.

In that, and in you. Vancouver

has been kind to me. I think you

will understand. Betty Mayfield.

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