Tension Page #7

I've been telling you all night,

I didn't do it.

Oh, get off the turntable, Quimby.

You sound like a stuck needle,

it's monotonous.

It don't give us any information.

You didn't do it, huh? All right, you listen

to this and tell me who did do it.

"And then after you parked the car,

then what?

Answer:
Then I went down to the beach

to plead with her to come back.

Deager beat me up,

threw me off the place. "

You recognize that, Quimby?

It's your own statement.

Voluntary.

Nobody forced you to make it, right?

"Question:

what did you do after that, Mr. Quimby?

Answer:
Couldn't get it out of my mind.

I was never so angry in my whole life.

I'd do anything to get even with them.

I couldn't think of anything else. "

Then it goes on to tell how you got

the idea to change your appearance.

Use those lenses,

change your address, change your name...

...right down to where you

went to the beach to kill him.

Yeah, but I didn't.

I told you. When I got there...

...all of a sudden murder seemed like

a crazy idea. I couldn't kill him.

I wasn't angry anymore.

For the first time the whole thing

was clear to me.

I didn't have to do anything.

They had each other,

that's what they deserved.

I even told Deager so.

- Then I left.

- Yeah. Yeah, that's all here.

What are we supposed to do now?

Go check with Deager?

That's the way it happened.

The whole thing.

- It's the truth.

- Truth.

The truth, huh?

I got something else here

that's the truth.

Your wife's sworn statement.

Somehow, your story

and her story don't seem to match.

I'll read you part of it.

"Question:

Mrs. Quimby were you present when

Paul Sothern threatened Barney Deager?

Answer:
Yes.

Question:
Tell us about it.

Answer:
It happened over the phone

on more than one occasion.

Question:
Mrs. Quimby,

do you know who Paul Sothern is?

Answer:
Yes, I know. Paul Sothern

is my husband, Warren Quimby.

Why did he do it? Why did he do it?

Poor Warren. "

I guess that's enough.

It was difficult for her to go on.

She kind of broke down.

Now, look, Quimby,

you're an intelligent guy.

Educated, professional man.

How does it all add up to you?

Deager's dead. Shot by his own gun.

He didn't do it.

No matter where we look, we keep

coming up with the same answer.

The only one who wanted to kill Deager

was Paul Sothern and that's you, Quimby.

Look, doc, everything fits.

Now, where's the gun?

Where's the gun, Quimby?

- Where's the gun?

- Why don't you ask my wife?

- Aw...

Barney Deager was her friend, not mine.

She was at his house, not me.

Why don't you ask her?

Maybe she'll tell you that too.

Go on, ask her. Ask her. Ask her!

Hi.

- Hi.

Sorry.

- Long night?

- Yeah.

We waited.

Sorry, baby. It couldn't be helped.

Hey, Irish.

Always like to make the customer

feel at home.

That's good. That's good Irish.

- Uh, bourbon for you?

- Hmm, you remember good.

There you are.

Well, here's to...

- To us.

- To us.

- I'll go make you some breakfast.

- No, no, no, baby. Come here.

Sit down.

I just wanna look at you.

Like this?

You got a good lawyer?

You're gonna need one.

You gonna need a good lawyer.

Why, officer, what have I done?

How did a smart chick like you get

mixed up with a guy like Quimby?

He's blown his top. Like a pig,

he's squealing all over the place.

That he did everything.

Everything, that is, except the murder.

When he comes to that,

he keeps saying, "Ask her, ask her.

She was Deager's friend.

Stayed at Deager's.

Do you wanna know who killed Deager?

Ask her. "

So? So he's blown his top.

So where does the lawyer come in?

He blasted so loud and so long

they let him out.

- They let him out?

- Had to. Not enough to hold him.

- Sweeten your drink?

- No. No, thank you.

Well, in or out, it's okay by me.

I'd be just as glad to be off the case.

Off the case?

Why, Collie, what do you mean?

Honey, it figures.

D.A. can't go into court

with insufficient evidence.

The chief doesn't want any part

of a bum rap, you know, false arrest.

So your ever loving gets sprung.

They take Gonsales and me off,

throw the works to a new team.

They'll go all the way back. Start at the

bottom. Fresh like it was a brand-new case.

So let them.

We'll be in Acapulco anyway.

Yeah, fine. That's great.

That's exactly what we need.

The police are looking for you,

questions they wanna ask.

And where are you?

On the lam in Acapulco, with me along.

One lawyer wouldn't be enough.

What are we gonna do?

Let's get loaded.

- Let's be serious, please, Collie.

- I am serious. Hey, what is this thing?

- Collie. Collie, I don't wanna stay.

- I don't want you to stay.

You and me on the warm sands

in Acapulco, that's what I want.

Why do you keep this? It's busted.

- Yeah, I know I gotta get it fixed.

- Ha-ha, think you can?

Collie, you mustn't give up.

You're gonna get a break, you'll see.

You'll get a break and you'll nail Warren,

he'll get just what he deserves.

And there won't be any D.A.

Won't be any new team,

no chief, no lawyers, no Warren.

There'll just be you and me.

You're gonna get a break.

You'll find a way, I know.

Yeah, sure.

I'll find a way.

Got a Ouija board...

...a nice big fat crystal ball I can use

to see where he stashed the gun?

Gun?

- Collie, I've got something...

- The gun. The murder gun.

One rotten, little gun and the whole thing

falls right into place.

Snug.

Without it, we've got nothing, baby.

- Nothing.

- Yeah.

Collie, I... I hate to see you like this.

Tired.

Worried and tired.

You ought to get some rest.

Get some rest, baby.

Get some rest.

Can I help you?

- I'm looking for Mrs. Andrew.

- She's out.

I want up to Mr. Sothern's.

You got a key?

The apartment's open.

Lieutenant Bonnabel asked me

to check things.

- I'll go with you.

- That won't be necessary.

What are you looking for?

What are you trying to find?

Get out.

Get out.

I said to get out.

Oh, Paul. Paul.

- Keep away from this.

- Tell me where the gun is. Tell me.

- No. No.

- Tell me.

All right, Quimby.

- Lay off.

Collie.

I know the gun's here. I know it is.

I was looking for it.

- He broke in, he tried to kill me.

- It's all right now.

I was looking for it

and he tried to stop me.

- He did, huh?

- Yeah.

Well, you go right ahead

and finish what you were doing.

Nobody will stop you.

Go ahead, Claire.

Go on.

It's here.

- Stay where you are.

- Get it.

Bring it over here.

- Read me the serial number.

Huh?

The serial number.

It's right there on the butt.

C55661.

Well, that wraps that up.

Good. Good.

The gun wasn't there. I never had it.

I never saw it.

And you know it. You know it.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure, I know it.

You let me down, baby. And I thought

you were such a smart girl too.

Okay, Blackie.

What is it?

What is this?

This apartment, the furniture,

the couch, that chair...

...the whole works.

Since we were here last night,

everything's been completely changed.

- No.

- Everything new, but exactly as it was.

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