Sapphire Page #7

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like the wind to get a lawyer around here.

Yeah. There they go.

[ Hazard ]

Hmm.

I wonder where he was on Saturday night.

They!re getting into a taxi now.

Going over to the Ritz

to find a witness, I!ll bet. Hmm.

That was a very human lie.

Boy didn!t want to upset his father.

Couldn!t own up later.

He was in too deep.

Where was he on Saturday night?

- Who?

- Old Harris.

Oh, at the, uh, local social club.

Did we check it?

All right, don!t look so horrified.

We can!t think of everything,

not even us.

Constable Ferris is also

a member of that social club.

No, sir. Ted Harris didn!t come into the club

till late on Saturday night.

About 1 0:
00. That!s definite.

- All right, Ferris.

- Sir.

Not until 1 0:
00, eh?

He gave us the impression

he!d been there all evening.

No, he didn!t. No. His daughter took it

for granted, and we naturally followed.

I think I!ll go round and see her...

try and bounce her

into giving something away.

We still haven!t had the report

on johnnie Fiddle!s knife.

No, we!ve got that to come.

Drive round to that dairy, will you?

Of course Dad spent the evening at the club.

He always does Saturdays.

My information is

he didn!t get there until 1 0:00.

You!re not trying to suggest

that he had anything to do with it?

I!m not saying he did.

I merely want to know where he was.

Then ask him. Superintendent.

- Did Sapphire often go to your house?

- Yes.

I suppose, really, you were all

as much to blame as David.

- What do you mean?

- You shouldn!t have made her so welcome...

if you didn!t want him involved

with a colored girl.

We didn!t know she was colored,

not until -

Not until when, Mrs. Farr?

Not until Saturday, was it?

The day she was killed.

My father didn!t do it,

I swear, Superintendent.

You can search the house

from top to bottom.

You!ll not find a speck of blood

or a trace of Sapphire.

Thank you, Mrs. Farr.

[ Front Door Bell Dings ]

I!m peckish, Lilly.

Slip across to Mac!s and get me

a ham sandwich, will you?

Well, go on.

[ Door Opens. Closes ]

- [ Doorbell Ringing ]

- [ Phone Ringing ]

No. Old Harris can!t be back yet,

or he!d answer that phone.

- No, wait a minute.

- [ Ringing Stops ]

- She!ll ring again.

- Who?

- Mildred.

- [ Woman ] Oh. there's no one in.

Mrs. Harris has gone down to Richmond,

and Milly!s at the dairy.

Oh, thank you.

You might find Mr. Harris in the paint shed. but

you'll have to go round the yard at the back for that.

Thanks.

[ Learoyd ]

No, he!s not here.

[ Hazard ] I'd like to know

what's underneath that dust sheet.

We haven!t got enough evidence

to get a search warrant for this place.

No.

[ Piggot ]

It was expecting too much.

Saturday night, packed house.

How could she remember?

You didn!t make this up

on the spur of the moment, did you?

If the boy says he went to the pictures,

he went to the pictures.

You sound like the police.

If I!m going to help you,

I!ve got to think like the police.

It!s no use boggling.

They!ve got a very good circumstantial case.

They!ve got no case at all.

The boy didn!t do it.

- And if you can!t clear him, I will.

- You hope you can. That!s what you mean.

- I know I can. I know I can.

- Shut up talking across me.

He!s never talked to me like that

in his life.

Perhaps there!s a side to the boy

you!ve never seen, Mr. Harris.

I know my own son.

He didn!t kill Sapphire.

I know he didn!t.

- Tell Sergeant Newton I want him right away.

- Very good, sir.

[ Learoyd ]

Right. Thank you.

Report from the lab, Bob.

The blood on johnnie Fiddle!s shirt

is the same group as the girl!s...

and his knife could have

inflicted the wounds.

- Right. Let!s have him up.

- Okay.

- Uh, you wanted me, sir?

- Oh, Newton.

Get a warrant to search all the sheds

at the back of Oakland Road.

Say we!re looking for stolen lead.

- I want to see inside Harris!s paint shop.

- Right, sir.

Is this yours,johnnie?

No, boss. No.

Then what was it doing in your mattress

on your bed?

Someone put it there.

He - He put it there!

- What?

- All right.

The blood found on this knife,

on your shirt...

matches Sapphire's blood.

And what about this?

You and Sapphire, isn!t it?

Did you kill her,johnnie?

Did you?

No, boss. No!

- The blood matches.

- Not Sapphire!s blood.

Then whose, you big lug?

Horace Big Cigar.

We fight Saturday night.

Why the hell

didn!t you say this before?

- They say I kill him, boss.

- They say?

- Who saw this fight?

- Them.

Them? Who!s !!them!!?

Alexander, Gin Ricky, Big Sam.

- Where do we find these people?

- Number 1 &, down the street from my place.

It was self-defense, boss.

Horace Big Cigar attack me.

I not mean to kill him.

I!ll bet.

[ Children Chattering ]

- [ Radio.:
Jazzy ]

-[ Man ] No. no. I cover. I cover it.

-[ Man #2 ] Okay. come on. baby.

-[ Dice Clatter]

-[ Man #3 ] You take it.

-[ Man #1 ] Eight point. huh?

- Eight.

- Eight.

- Baby wants new shoes.

- Seven out. Seven out.

What!s your name?

Horace Big Cigar.

What!s yours, man?

This man!s the law.

Now, no ignorant, foolish talk. Mind?

- [ Gamblers Chattering ]

- All right, Horace.

According to our information, Horace,

you!re dead.

Incorrect.

Not ready for my coffin yet.

[ Laughing ]

[ Others Laughing ]

- Where were you Saturday night, Horace?

- Right here, boss.

- Why are you in bed?

- Sick man, boss.

Very sick.

How come?

- How!d you get that?

- Oh, hit by a jumble car.

What car?

Knocked out.

Had no opportunity to see the vehicle.

[ Laughs ]

johnnie Fiddle one big lie then, huh?

What you say, boss?

What you sayjohnnie Fiddle done?

We!re booking him for the killing

on Hampstead Heath Saturday night.

That!s whatjohnnie Fiddle done.

- Sapphire - that chick that got cut up?

- The same.

[ Laughing ]

That sure is one big pity.

johnnie Fiddle in plenty trouble, eh?

[ Laughing ]

You hear that, men?

Saturday night.

[ All Laughing ]

You really booking johnnie Fiddle, boss?

Unless you can give him an out.

He says he was with you.

You sure wastin! your time.

I got no out forjohnnie Fiddle.

You go - [ Clicks Tongue ] hang him.

[ Laughing ]

Is that where the jumble car

knocked you down, Horace?

You sure wise man, boss.

- Alexander.

- Yes, boss?

- Gin Ricky.

- Yes, boss?

- Big Sam.

- Yes, boss?

Why did you telljohnnie Fiddle

he!d killed Horace Big Cigar?

johnnie Fiddle wears too much

of a high hat.

We seek a way to knock it off.

Make that big bushman sweat, boss.

- Were they all here Saturday night?

- All here, boss.

Right. Names.

- You.

- Alexander.

[ Vehicle Approaching ]

- [ Doorbell Rings ]

- I!ll go, Ted.

We!re in here.

Did you find what you wanted?

I think so.

Well?

I!ve just seen Sapphire!s brother.

I!ve asked him to call round here.

- Not her brother.

- We don!t want him here.

You had better tell him that yourself.

He!ll be here in a minute.

I said we don!t want him here.

I want him.

I wonder if Sapphire

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