Somewhere in the Night Page #9

- And that is?

I don't want a fall guy.

One of you, or one of your hired help,

killed Steele on that dock three years ago.

I want the one

that did it.

- Do you maintain that you,

yourself, were not the one?

- I know it.

Well...

In that case, I cannot tell you

how sorry I am, Phyllis.

- Sorry? For what?

- I did my best during all this time.

I saw to it that

the finger of suspicion never touched you.

What are you driving at?

Everyone knows that you were with Cravat

the night before the murder.

But where were you

on the night of the murder?

- With you! I was with you!

- With me?

Phyllis, you shouldn't.

You're among friends.

Hubert was with me

all that night.

- Was she here too, Hubert?

- No, boss.

What is this?

Some kind of a gag?

You're smart. You can tell a cheap frame.

This is a laugh.

Then laugh this off.

That you were seen on the dock the next morning,

that you were nervous and upset.

That you threw something into the harbor,

something that glinted in the sun.

People will swear

it was a gun, Phyllis.

Well, here's one you can swear to,

you and that big tub of lard.

Baby don't get framed

by your kind.

Your kind

come a dime a dozen.

That accent don't score with me,

and I'm not payin' your bills.

Look it up in

one of your books, Anzelmo.

There's a dead bartender

the cops wanna know about.

Hold it.

Get over there.

You too.

I want the money too,

but not that bad.

My car's right in front

of the door. Get in it.

Give me the key.

No, gentlemen, no. There's no time for that.

I doubt whether there is

even time enough to get out of town.

Phyllis, darling.

The jig is up.

- My car! We forgot it.

- We'll get it later.

We're practically at the Cellar.

I'll open it up, and we'll have a drink.

- I could use one.

- I wouldn't say no.

Be careful. Don't trip over any of

the customers they forgot to clean up.

It's a long time

since I've worked behind the bar.

You gotta promise

not to tell the union.

I'm 12 years behind on my dues.

Sit down.

Stop me if

I'm repeating myself...

but you're a very nice guy,

Mr. Phillips.

- Forget it.

- I guess I owe you quite a bit.

You owe me nothing

Whatever I did, I did for Christy.

You've acted like an idiot

from the beginning.

And the prize was walking

into that setup back there.

- He couldn't help it.

- I didn't want to.

You see, I figure that all of them

except one wanted nothing but the money.

And that one wanted me

dead even more.

'Cause if and when

I get my memory back...

I'll know that he killed Steele that night.

I figured he'd make some move, some attempt

to get me alone, even to get me...

out of there.

He had to get you alone,

didn't he?

Away from the others

so he wouldn't show his hand.

So they wouldn't know

that he-

- I'm sorry you're in this, Christy.

- She's not in it.

Did you know all along

that George was Larry Cravat?

Not until tonight.

I never met Cravat.

Steele had come up from Arizona

to bring me the two million.

I'm in a good spot to slip big bills like that

into circulation.

Steele didn't know me.

We were to meet on the dock.

Cravat heard about it somehow. He met Steele,

convinced him he was me and got the money.

Steele was alone

when I got there.

I thought he double-crossed me,

and I killed him.

Then I saw Cravat. I shot once and missed.

I never saw him again.

Conroy saw it, and you tried

to have him killed with a truck.

Same thing you tried

with me tonight.

Wasn't very effective.

It missed you completely.

And he wound up with his mind affected.

He doesn't worry me now.

No. The little man with the glasses

took care of that, didn't he?

The one you staked outside

Christy's house to watch me.

Did you send him after us

tonight, under the dock?

I didn't know

you were under the dock.

His orders were to get you

wherever and whenever.

I've thought about you

a lot, Cravat.

For three years.

About you and the money you stole from me.

You're gonna be a poor man now, Cravat.

A dead man's a poor man.

- I got you into this.

- Stop it.

Little Miss

Know-The-Right-People.

I couldn't leave you alone.

Had to call in that

good, kind character.

I never did anything

to you, Christy.

- You're doing all right now.

- Why didn't you stay out of it?

I told you to. I warned you.

- The answer still goes.

- I know. You're nuts about the guy.

- But it's too late now.

- She's got no part of this, and you know it.

- It's too late.

- But... maybe it isn't.

- I'm sorry.

- You don't know why we were under the dock.

Do you want me to tell it? Or Christy.

Maybe you'd rather believe her.

- Is it that important?

- I thought it was.

Finding out whether the two million I hid there

three years ago was still there.

Was it?

- Every brand-new thousand-dollar bill.

- I thought you got away with it.

And you thought a lot of it must be gone.

Not a cent. It's all there.

Two million dollars. Nobody in the world

will know you've got it, except Christy.

That's the deal.

- Christy for two million dollars.

- No sale.

Well, what can she do to a smart operator like you?

Go to the police?

It's her word against yours.

I'll be gone.

They think I did it anyway.

Conroy too.

All she can do is repeat herself

and pretty soon nobody's listening.

- It's no use, and I won't have it.

- Two million dollars.

- Two million dollars.

- Where is it?

I'll take you near it.

Then Christy goes free and I'll take you to it.

This can't be a phony.

I'm in no position to work one.

I couldn't have planted it.

I didn't know this was going to happen.

- Where do we have to go?

- Back near the dock.

Okay.

- Where do we go?

- A couple of doors down.

Leave the motor running.

Okay. Okay.

- Back in the car.

- But the money's inside.

- Do as you're told!

- What about Christy?

- She goes too.

- You won't get the money!

Yes, I will.

I know where it is now.

I'll come back for it later.

Get in the car, both of you.

Don't anybody move.

- What's it look like, Mac?

- He's still with us.

- Hey, keep these people back in there!

- Get back, folks.

- Better get an ambulance.

- Right.

- Get that stuff copied as soon as possible.

- Yes, sir.

Did Phillips tell you

everything you wanted to know?

Yeah. With full details. It'll make

better reading than Forever Amber.

And will he live, as if I care?

Well, if I could only learn

how to shoot straight...

maybe I could save you taxpayers some dough.

- But I always close my eyes.

- For you, Lieutenant. It's Mac.

Yeah.

Hello, Mac.

Oh, the little man

with the glasses...

uh, he used to work as an attendant

at the Lambert Sanatorium.

- Lambeth.

- Lambeth Sanatorium, make that.

You can start from there.

You got all the others. That's good.

Okay.

I'll see you.

Say, you know, that was a pretty sharp

piece of thinking you did...

bringing Phillips

back to that mission.

You knew I'd backtrack

on that suitcase, didn't you?

The spot we were in,

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