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and mysterious trips.

You wonder how I know.

Well, senor,

my son talked of you

But only to me.

Tomorrow morning

Senor Hintten goes out

again on his boat.

I heard him say so

to that fat man Bealer.

If you wish to follow

senor Hintten,

I will take my son's

place in the boat.

Why?

I have been told

by my friend Diego

That the man Carwood

did not act well.

Diego does not believe

it was an accident.

He believes Carwood

wanted someone to die.

Maybe...

but not Emilio.

If anyone, me.

This man

who hates you...

killed my son.

If you believe that

my son was your friend,

Then you must believe

that I am also.

Yeah.

I believe you.

In the morning then,

senor?

In the morning.

Rigby!

Oh, Rigby!

I had to find you!

I heard there was

an accident on your boat.

They said

a man was killed.

I thought

if it had been you...

oh, Rigby.

I'm sorry.

There's something

I have to tell you.

All right,

Elizabeth.

This isn't a very

good place to talk.

Well, we'll

find a place.

What is it,

Elizabeth?

Don't, Rigby.

I'll do much better

if you don't touch me.

That's a lot to ask,

but O.K.

You see, I was

raised on an idea

That if you got married,

you stayed married.

Well...

I married Tug

of my own free will.

Nobody twisted my arm...

and Ive been

a failure as a wife.

I don't love Tug,

and he knows.

I don't fool him.

I'm going to leave Tug

Because I can't live

with him now, not anymore.

Somehow, to me,

that would be as rotten

As running out on him.

I've no right to expect

anything from you, Rigby,

And I don't.

You can walk

away from this

And never give it

another thought.

You've never told me

that you care for me

The way I care for you-

Not in words.

Do you need

the words?

You knew it then.

You admitted it.

You loved her.

Well, well,

Mr. Rigby.

Mrs. Hintten, I was waiting for you.

I want to keep you from

walking into something.

You're the one that's

walking into something.

No, Rigby.

See what he wants.

Hintten passed out

tonight at Pedros,

Only he

wasn't drunk.

He was sick.

He still is.

Don't worry.

I brought him home.

Got a good doctor,

too-

Doc warren from

the airline office.

Nothing too good for

my friend Hintten.

That's the way,

ain't it?

Nothing too good for

our friend Hintten.

It's his heart.

His heart?

The airline

sent him in to me

A few months ago

for a checkup.

They couldn't let him

fly after my diagnosis.

I'm sorry you had to

find out this way.

What can I do

to help?

The usual things-

Absolute rest,

no worry,

And the best

of care.

Even

with every break,

There's

no guarantee,

But without them...

I see.

Well,

Ill be back later.

Good night, doctor.

Good night.

Elizabeth?

Rigby, Im not

tough enough

To leave him now.

I wish I were,

but Im not.

I thought nothing

could stop me,

But this does.

You understand it.

You've got to.

I guess if you could

walk out now,

You'd be someone else.

But this

isn't all for us.

This isn't good-Bye.

You'll call

if you want me?

Yes, Rigby.

Oh, yes.

You'd accepted her then

for what she seemed to be.

She was innocent,

you told yourself.

She had to be innocent.

And for the first time

in your life,

You didn't like

feeling like a cop.

Those people at the tag end

of a deal

Were softening you up.

Hintten leaking his life out

every time his heart pumped,

Even Bealer

the anxious weasel.

Mind if I sit down?

Thanks.

Cafe Negra,

senor.

Senor.

Hot weather,

hot drink.

Good for the stomach.

Well, Mr. Rigby...

it ain't going to be

any walkover for her,

Taking care of

a sick man.

She's going

to need help-

Cash help.

A man with cash sure

could set himself up

In business with her.

And the man who

gets there firstest...

11,000, Mr. Rigby-

Top dollar for the job.

Say...

who are you

protecting-

A bunch of

dumb taxpayers

Who will get it

in the neck anyhow?

Get smart,

Mr. Rigby.

Everybody

grafts nowadays.

That's the way

people operate.

Gracias.

12,000, Mr. Rigby.

I don't get a lot

out of this.

Every cent, every red cent, I need it.

Say...

you ain't giving me that

business anymore, are you?

You aren't even

talking to me. Why?

Why ain't you

brushing me off

With your fast chatter?

Why ain't you

getting up

And walking away?

Something holding you?

What, Mr. Rigby?

Think about tomorrow,

the job to be done.

Emilio's boat...

without Emilio.

Pablo?

Si, senor?

There goes

Hintten's boat.

Yes, but Hintten

is not on board.

It is another

North American.

The man walker,

I think.

Hintten's laid up.

The boat's

the important thing.

We'll give them a

minute, then tag along.

Anything around

that point?

Just a little bay.

That's where

they're going.

Step on it.

Hold it, Pablo.

Si, senor.

O.K. Go ahead.

Let's try a little

further up there.

I think there.

O.K. Let's see

what happens.

They've got

to be in there.

There's no place else

for them to go.

Look. There she is,

senor.

We follow, senor?

We do not, Pablo.

But, senor Rigby-

Wait a minute.

Listen.

What is that?

Airplane engines-

Testing them.

They probably do it every

time there's an offshore breeze

To carry the sound

out to sea.

I'll bet they're

missing Hintten today.

We wait here?

No. We go back home.

Back home?

But, senor-

I found what

I was looking for.

Turn her around,

Pablo.

How soon do you figure

this storm's going to hit?

Very soon, senor.

We will be lucky

if we beat her in.

No chance for

a raid tonight, huh?

No small boat could live

in the sea by then, senor.

The storm will

stop them, too,

In case they planned on

moving the motors.

Pablo was right.

By the time you got in,

the sea was running high.

You couldn't move

until it was over.

You were trying not

to think of Elizabeth-

What Hintten's arrest

might do to her.

This rotten country.

If you ain't frying, you're

boiling in your own juice,

Even with a storm

coming up.

Now, wait! Listen!

I'm not offering you

money anymore.

Ow!

There's another way she's

going to need help from you.

It's Mrs. Hintten

Im talking about.

She's in trouble-

Deep trouble.

Don't know why a man

like me gets legwork.

I'm glad I came,

though.

I got a good nose

for a deal,

And I can smell one

on the stove right now.

Any deal you'd offer

would smell, Bealer.

Too high for me.

I'm a fellow that plays

all the angles-

All of them.

How you like this angle?

If anything happens

to my connections,

Mrs. Hintten goes to jail

right along with them.

You must be on

that beer again.

Take a look.

Hintten's boat is

registered in her name.

That put her in it

or not?

It would be awfully hard

to clear her.

Wouldn't look good

either, would it?

A federal cop trying to

fix it up for his sweetie.

You can fix it up

a lot easier.

You feel awfully brave today, don't you?

Sure. I got

an awful good hand.

10 years maybe?

Those are 10

awful good years

She's going to give up-

10 awful good years that

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