Touch of Evil Page #2

- They'll show up.

Pianola...

- Hey, we go this way!

Tanya still open for business?

I don't know what Quinlan

thinks she's got to do with it.

Maybe she'll cook chili for him,

or bring out the crystal ball.

We're closed.

You've been cooking at this hour?

- Just cleaning up.

Have you forgotten your old friend?

I told you we're closed.

- I'm Hank Quinlan.

I didn't recognize you.

You should lay off those candy bars.

It's either the candy or the hooch.

I wish it was your chili

I was gettin' fat on.

Anyway, you're sure lookin' good.

You're a mess, honey.

- Yeah...

That pianola brings back memories.

The customers go for it.

It's so old, it's new.

We got the television, too.

We run movies. What can I offer you?

You haven't heard anything

about that bomb, have you?

That was on your side of the border.

- You hear things at these places.

I heard the explosion.

When this case is over, I'll come

and sample some of your chili.

Be careful.

It may be too hot for you.

Hank! Looks like our friend Vargas

ran into some trouble. - Where?

In the alley behind the nightclub.

- Yeah?

Well, what happened to Vargas?

Nothing.

- Oh no? - Al!

It had nothing to do with the bombing.

- Somebody threw acid at him.

It doesn't matter. He missed.

- Who was it, Al?

I don't know. He got away.

- It was one of the Grandi kids.

What makes you so sure of that?

- Intuition.

Intuition? - Vargas and his

Keystone Cops have been giving

the Grandi family

quite a tough time lately.

Does your intuition

also tell you about my wife?

She was accosted and led to some dive

on your side of the border.

The Vargas family seems to be

gettin' into a lot of trouble tonight.

Can you describe this man?

- The first one...

...was young, good-looking...

- So there were two men?

Not exactly.

You say she was taken by force?

Not by force, no.

One of the Grandis was there waiting.

Short, fat, with a moustache...

- Uncle Joe. - What?

They call him Uncle Joe Grandi.

- That's right.

Go on.

I've told you what happened.

Aren't you gonna do something?

You have to make a charge.

Isn't that procedure in Mexico?

You say your wife was attacked.

- I didn't say that.

Molested? - Not physically, no.

- Was obscene language used?

I don't think so. - So your wife

allowed herself to be picked up...

She was not picked up.

- I think we're on the wrong tack.

Then this young man was her friend?

- Obviously not!

You wouldn't call that getting

picked up? - Now we mustn't forget

that Mr Vargas

is not on the witness stand.

Hank's a born lawyer, you know.

- No, lawyers only care about the law.

Captain, you are a policeman?

Aren't you?

You don't seem very fond of the job.

Plenty of soldiers don't like war.

It's a dirty job, enforcing the law.

But it's what we're supposed to do.

When a murderer's loose,

I'm supposed to catch him.

Well, Pete,

let's get back to civilization.

Let's go, Hank. It's almost dawn.

You gotta get some rest.

No chance of that, partner.

We got a big day ahead of us.

See any better this way?

You can turn it off now, buster,

you're wasting your batteries.

What are you doing in the dark?

There's no shade on the window.

Can we turn the light on now?

No, we can't.

- Why not?

'Cause there's no bulb any more.

Risto! Risto!

Uncle Joe is plenty mad.

He wants to talk to you!

Risto! Risto, come back here!

Stop him!

Stop him, Sam!

Who told you to throw acid at Vargas?

Stop him!

Who told you to throw acid at Vargas?

Who's the boss of this family?

Who's the boss?

My old man.

- Sure, but he's in the pen!

Until he gets out,

who's running this outfit?

Who's in charge?

- Alright, you.

What a setup to work with!

One brother in jail, two others dead.

Nobody left to do business with

but a bunch of nephews!

Don't do that!

You lost your rug, Uncle Joe.

You lost your rug!

This isn't the real Mexico,

you know that.

Border towns bring out

the worst in a country.

Imagine your mother's face

if she saw our honeymoon hotel!

Seor Vargas!

Does this mean you're taking

the early plane back to Mexico City?

It doesn't leave for another 2 hours.

All I can say is, if you are taking

that plane, I'm very glad.

I'm very glad you're very glad.

Who told you to start this funny stuff

with the acid? Who told you?

I just wanted to give his wife

something to think about.

She's gonna get plenty, don't worry.

- Here, you lost your rug. - What?

You lost your rug.

My old man's in no shape for the pen.

If they give him ten, he dies.

And if Vargas gets hurt, what happens?

My brother Vic's as good as convicted.

You leave Vargas to me.

Uncle Joe!

- What?

Sam, take it to her.

I don't want any more postcards.

I don't speak any Spanish. What do

you want? - I was to give this to you.

Susan... - Mike, look at...

- That was the police.

Quinlan has a lead. I must meet him.

Tell me what you want to do.

If you're going to Mexico City,

I can take you to the airport.

Perhaps that would be best. Just for

a few days. - I don't think so.

But a minute ago... - A minute ago

I said a lot of things.

Now I think the best thing

is to stick close to my husband. OK?

I'm coming with you. - But I must see

Quinlan at the U.S. police station.

I'll wait at the motel.

- What motel?

There must be one

on the American side of the border.

"The American side of the border."

I'll be safe there.

You won't have to worry about me.

Did I say the wrong thing again?

No, but it would be nice

for a man in my place

to be able to look after

his own wife in his own country.

If I go to the American motel,

it's just for comfort.

Not for safety.

Whatever you say, my dear.

...wealthy contractor

Rudolph Linnekar

has been identified

with a blonde nightclub dancer

killed in an explosion

a few yards this side of the border.

We'll get him where it really hurts.

Without laying a hand on him.

He's got a reputation!

He's got a young bride!

He's gonna leave this town

wishing they'd never been born!

But don't you see, darling,

if the bomb was planted in Mexico,

and the accused is Mexican, what an

international scandal this could be?

It might be kind of rough

on the tourist trade.

One of the longest borders on earth

is right here between our countries.

An open border, 1400 miles

without a single machine gun.

I suppose it all sounds

very corny to you.

I could love being corny,

if my husband would only cooperate.

Vargas? - Hello Schwartz. - Quinlan's

onto something new. Coming?

I have to drop my wife at a motel.

- Hank wants you with him. I'll do it.

No trouble at all, Ma'am.

- Won't you drive me?

I'll phone you. Which motel?

- The Mirador. - We better hurry.

Try to get some sleep, Susie.

- That Mirador's mighty hard to find,

with the new highway

branching off like that... Hey!

That's alright, I can find my way.

- His cane!

I forgot to give him his cane.

He really needs it for that game leg.

Did he tell you how he got it?

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