The Mighty Quinn Page #2

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little abrasive out there.

- I was just trying to do my job, sir.

- That's why you're here.

I want to know why you're not.

Talking about the body, Xavier.

Sir?

Thomas Elgin called me. I'm concerned.

Christ, why did you have to

send the body to the hospital?

It's mandatory procedure in homicide.

You've got the book. You've got

the weapon. All you need is Maubee.

- Well, a motive would help.

- Motive? You kidding?

His whole life long that little n*gger

watches the laughing rich,

and finally his poor impoverished heart

screams murder. How about that?

It's my job, Xavier,

to see that this thing doesn't hurt us.

Us?

Yes, us. The ones responsible for the

welfare and economy of this country.

That's Mr Elgin, me, and you.

We've all gotten this far by each of us

doing his job. I expect you to do yours.

- Take me home, Willy.

- Yes, sir.

Ah.

A bunch of us are going out

for marlin on Friday.

If this mess is through,

I'd love you to come along.

Thank you, sir.

- What happened?

- His brain's not working too good,

but from what I can tell, Maubee bet him

$10,000 he couldn't do what he did.

- Which was what?

- Drink whatever it is he's throwing up.

- $10,000, huh?

- That's what the man say.

- What happened, Nick?

- Chief, am I gonna die?

Yes, man. But we're gonna try

and put it off for a little while.

We're going to take you to the hospital.

You collect your bet?

The police got there before he could pay.

And what make you think

him had a $10,000 bill?

I... I see it.

It was green, with the president.

A ten and three zeros.

Nick, there's no such thing

as a $10,000 bill.

Send somebody over and check it out.

Also call the hospital about the autopsy.

Already did. Said they had to

send the body to the airport.

Direct orders from Governor Chalk.

Sh*t. OK.

Do you think Maubee did it?

Cut a man's head off?

That f***er, he does that.

That's why he's like that.

Try and make sense when you talk, Jump.

OK. The little notebook.

But how could he lose a thing like that?

He'd have to stand on his head.

Not if he was going through windows.

Not if there was a struggle.

Yeah. So, you think he did it, then?

No.

Do you?

$10,000 bill.

$10,000 bill.

There's no such thing as a $10,000 bill.

It must have been counterfeit.

Why? If there's no such thing

as a 10,000 d... Oh, sh*t.

- What?

- My son.

Oh, great. That was great!

- Why you didn't go home?

- I was waiting for you.

Mm-hm.

- Your mother's gonna be mad, you know.

- At me too?

So... what you learn in school today?

About the fer-de-lance. It's the most

poisonous snake in the world.

If he bites you,

that's all there is any more.

You go blind and die in 15 seconds.

- You know how it come to be here?

- No.

Well, way back in the old days,

plantation owners imported a snake

to discourage the escape of slaves.

- That was us.

- Yes, that was us.

But... the snake don't know the difference

between black and white.

The snake start bitin' the white man?

- That's right. So you know what they did?

- No.

They brought in the mongoose

to kill off the snake.

But you know what them forget? They

forget that the mongoose is nocturnal.

See, that means he likes the night,

whereas the snake, he likes the day.

So, while one was on his way to work,

the other was on his way to bed.

- What you think of that?

- That's the kind of place this is.

Yes.

Let's go.

Hurting Inside")

Happiness, come back, I say

And if you don't come

I'm gonna go looking, yeah

For happiness

And if you don't come

I'm gonna go looking, yeah

For happiness

I've done you no wrong, no

I've done you no wrong, yeah

Reveal yourself to me

I say, I say

I'm hurtin' inside

You've got to believe me

I'm hurtin' inside

I'm hurtin' inside

I'm hurtin' inside

I'm hurtin' inside

Come on, Henry. Time for bed.

- So, when you gonna start work?

- We're negotiatin'.

- With who?

- The Tropicana.

Well, good. Congrats.

Why don't you sit down

at the piano and help us out?

No, no, no. Just an innocent bystander.

He doesn't play the piano any more.

Probably not innocent, either.

Can I have a word with you, please?

What the hell are you doing? You were

supposed to have him here by five.

- Did you forget about him?

- I was busy, Lola.

- Then you should have called.

- I'm runnin' around town all day

chasin' a killer. I could've stopped

by a phone and given you a call.

You know something?

I want you out of my house right now.

Your house? So it's your house now, is it?

Why you didn't come and pick him up?

I don't know if you have noticed,

but I am in the middle of a rehearsal.

Now, that might not mean much to you,

but it means a hell of a lot to me!

Besides, I thought

you might like to see your son.

Of course I'd like to see my son.

And what do you mean,

you were chasing a killer?

I mean somebody killed Donald Pater.

You know who that is?

Of course I know who that is.

How'd it happen?

I don't wanna talk about it right now,

but it looks like Maubee did it.

- Maubee?

- Shh!

- Maubee killed Pater? Why?

- Money. Who knows?

I don't believe it. You know as well as I do

Maubee's a lover, not a killer.

Oh, I know.

Maybe when you finish

your business here,

you can come down to the station...

explain your theory to my men, huh?

Put us all on the right track.

- So, where is the body?

- At the airport.

- Do you expect trouble?

- Mm-hm.

- So this is going to be a complicated job.

- Yes.

Come on, get around the other side.

Ready? One. Two. Three.

Excuse me, sir. Could you be so kind

to go and bring me a pan of cold water?

I'm gonna get into a lot of trouble for this.

No, man, no trouble at all.

Then why are we whispering?

Out of respect for the dead.

Good night. And don't forget to tell Chief

Quinn the offer's been extended till dawn.

- You got that?

- I got it.

Chief.

Chief.

- What is it, Coco?

- You just got a visitor.

Maubee.

Lord, I gotta keep on moving

Lord, I gotta get on down

Xavier!

Xavier!

I need to talk!

I've been accused of a killing

Lord knows I didn't do

For hanging me they are willing, yeah

That's why I gotta get on through

Lord, they're comin' after me

Lord, I gotta keep on movin'

Been seen coming out of the mountains,

selling ganja to the tourists at the Holiday

Inn, flashing big money at the Hilton,

and getting a shoeshine in French Town.

Let him know that they're after his ass

and he's bang into the fourth dimension.

- Not with the chief.

- Why not the chief?

- Chief and him grew up together.

- Who never grew up together?

Not like that. Maubee and the chief

is like two crossed fingers.

- He's not gonna trust the police.

- A brother trusts a brother.

Bullshit, man.

You never even see the bastard.

- But his footprints are everywhere.

- The man's f***ing dedicated.

Yeah, but to what?

It's not hard to figure out.

The man typifies what's wrong

with this whole island.

He invented a life because he can't

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