They Call Me Mister Tibbs! Page #6

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- Nothing like that.

Haven't you spotted him yet?

- He's a switch-hitter.

- With a low average.

Couldn't get in the park

unless he owned the club.

Why are we wasting time in conversation?

I was thinking the same thing. See ya.

Lieutenant?

Don't tell me I've been wrong about you.

Come in.

Ah, Lieutenant. What a surprise.

Gin.

Sit tight, Weedon.

- Who's this?

- Mr Carson, a friend of mine.

Naturally we call him Kit.

Naturally.

You made the phone call, Weedon.

Mealie ran up and told you,

and you got on the horn.

If I did... if I did,

you should thank me.

But you didn't want to be thanked. Why?

I want to look at your clothes.

Oh? Have you got a warrant?

You've seen a warrant before.

You don't have to look at all the fine print.

I want my lawyer present.

You've been reading

the wrong Supreme Court cases.

- Now, are you gonna let me take a look?

- OK, Lieutenant. I'll get the clothes.

Sorry.

I want to see 'em all.

- Look, I tried to...

- Give me that!

I'm clean! I'm clean!

I found a piece for comparison

in one of Weedon's rubber heels.

- It seems to match.

- Thanks.

- The glass matches.

- The glass matches,

the lint matches,

he had short fingernails,

and we've got a good motive:

he was no good in the sack,

and she taunted him with it.

I've known at least 20 homicides, that was

the real motive. Go ahead with the report.

- The press wants a statement.

- What are you gonna give 'em?

Christ, he ran and started shooting!

A case is never solved

until a judge says it is.

All right, we consider it solved.

I was gonna say that anyway.

See if you can get him

to hold off on that statement.

- Where are you going?

- 110 St James.

Hang on to your virginity.

Can't I get it through your head?

He's dead. All I want is a clean case.

Why isn't it clean enough for you?

You killed him.

Look, let's get the record straight.

He started that shoot-out.

Well, you bastard, you killed

the wrong man. He didn't do it.

Now, will you please

just get the hell out of here?

What makes you so sure he didn't?

- I was in his apartment all the time.

- And he never left it?

Yeah, he left it. He went down there.

- Come again?

- We had just been in his bed,

and he wasn't young enough

or interested enough

to go downstairs and try it again.

So why did he go down there?

- Why did he go?

- To collect!

- Maybe she was holding out on him.

- He wouldn't kill her.

She was merchandise.

Did she talk about Logan Sharpe much?

- Did she talk about Logan Sharpe?

- Some.

- Did he ever give her anything?

- Books. A lot of dull-ass books.

Only books?

And a lot of talk

about political and religious crap.

How did you get into her apartment?

What?

- Where did you get this ring?

- It's not worth anything.

You sweet-talked your way

past the cop at the door, didn't you?

I've got enough on you now to get you

three years instead of 30 days.

How did you get into her apartment?

I told the cop

she borrowed a dress of mine!

You'd take a chance like that for

something that isn't worth anything?

That's not what you were

really after, was it?

What you really wanted...

wasn't there, was it?

No! That's the trouble

with you goddamn cops.

You're just as crooked

as the rest of us.

Maybe we've got it down at headquarters.

You're a friend of hers,

you could make a claim for it.

What did it look like, Puff?

It was on a gold chain.

But it wasn't the chain.

It was the locket I really wanted.

It had a diamond

right in the middle of it.

Thanks.

This is Lieutenant Tibbs in car 71,

calling for Lieutenant Kenner.

- This is Kenner.

- Did the old man put out that statement?

- Not yet.

- Good. I'm coming in.

Get all the guys together you can.

We've got an awful lot of legwork to do.

Vote "no" on Proposition Four.

You got here in a hurry, Lieutenant.

Look, Coach, those opinion polls

can be wrong, you know.

I tell you, we got it in the bag.

Our side's gonna get out

and vote tomorrow, and they won't.

Some of them will, Freddie.

It's the undecideds I'm worried about.

What makes an undecided decide?

Is it a gut feeling?

Is it a mental process?

Well, I sure wish

I was old enough to vote.

I wonder if we'd said something different,

or done something different,

if there'd be fewer undecideds.

I wish I believed in divine guidance,

really believed in it.

Hi!

Did you come to share

the long night before the battle?

Not exactly.

Freddie, could you give us

a couple of minutes alone?

I bet you wouldn't say that

to Van Cliburn.

I don't know how to ease into this.

I can't. I gotta take you in, Logan.

I don't believe what I just heard.

Why?

Don't make me give you the spiel

about lawyers and your rights.

Just come on in,

and let somebody else take over.

Look, I can't! You know I can't talk

to anyone else about this but you.

Now, you just tell me,

and... we'll clear it up.

You can't. Logan, you can't clear it up.

Because you did it.

Now, you've gotta tell me

why you think so.

Why I know so.

You wearing that chain around your neck?

The night we took your clothes,

you were not wearing it.

I don't remember.

I usually wear it,

but... well, not always.

Like when Joy was wearing it.

Look, let's go, before I find myself

interrogating you.

I'm not leaving here.

Not before the election!

You tore it off of her!

Or she tore it off.

I think she tore it off!

I think it would take that

to provoke you enough.

That isn't even circumstantial, you know.

That's pure fantasy!

Logan,

you took that necklace to a jeweller,

Carl Wilson, to have it repaired.

He has identified you.

And he can identify

the new catch he put on.

Don't try to explain it,

because it might trip you up later.

The old catch was 18-carat gold.

Jewellers just don't throw

stuff like that away. It mounts up.

When it scratched her neck, it left

microscopic traces of blood and skin,

enough to positively identify you.

Don't.

I don't want a statement.

It's no good without witnesses, anyway.

Besides,

I don't wanna hear it.

Virge?

Virge?

First she made me feel

like a washout as a minister,

and then she made me feel

like a washout as a man.

You can understand that,

can't you, Virge?

Not condone it, but... understand it.

24 hours, Virge, until the polls close.

I can't!

Look, you'll be spared a trial.

I'll confess. I want to confess.

God, I want to confess!

Listen, Virge,

what difference does 24 hours make?

I know you did it.

That's the difference.

15 per cent of the voters are undecided.

The second you take me in, it's gonna be

all over the newspapers, on the television.

Think about how hard

these people have worked.

They're never gonna be able

to get back together if we lose this, Virge.

They wanted me to arrest you yesterday.

And it might have been better if I had.

There'd have been enough time to play up

the issues and play down the man.

But I wasn't sure about you yesterday,

so I didn't.

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