Touch of Evil Page #3

- What, his cane? - No, his bad leg!

Who are you talking about?

- Captain Quinlan!

He got it in a gunfight.

He was wounded stopping a bullet

that was meant for me.

But the bravest thing Hank ever did

was to give up drink.

He used to be a terrible lush.

But look at him now: no sleep,

still at it. Yeah, he never gives up!

What's wrong? - Why are you

following us? Get out of the car!

A man can't take a ride

in his own car? - Come on!

Wake up, Mrs Vargas.

We're here. This is it.

This can't be it. - It's all the motel

we got this side of town, Ma'am.

The others are all on the new highway,

mostly closed till the season starts.

Oh no!

- Oh yeah!

How long are you gonna

hold me here? I didn't do nothing.

Can you identify this man?

- Of course. That's Grandi!

I'm a member of the family, sure.

But nobody laid a hand on her!

Shut up. Get in the car.

What about my car?

- You can leave it here. - What, here?

In the middle of nowhere? - You're

coming with me! - On what charge?

I don't know yet.

That's for Quinlan to decide.

What was Grandi doing way out here?

- He was following us in his car.

Where are my bags? - We've already

put them by your cabin.

The last one, No. 7. - If you want

a change, just phone the desk.

Off season like this, I reckon

you're about the only one here.

I turned on the music for you

up at the office.

I turned the music up for you.

I thought you'd like it.

- Not just now.

It's past seven,

and I haven't been to bed yet.

You can get into it now.

I brought the sheets.

But if they think I'm gonna make it,

they got another thing comin'!

I'm not gonna be a party to...

I'm the night man.

It's day already.

I'm the night man. - Have the day man

help me make the bed.

There ain't no day man.

He was supposed to be here

at 6 this morning.

Now they phone and tell me

he ain't comin' at all.

They're sendin' a new man.

If they think I'm waitin' for him...

- Won't you help me make the bed?

Bed?

Wait a minute!

Your friend,

Mr Grandi...

He ain't gonna leave you here long.

He is not my friend.

He brought you here

in that car, didn't he?

No, he didn't.

In fact, he's under arrest.

Under arrest? Mr Grandi?

Yes, he is!

Hold back that second charge!

Stop that car!

Hold that car! Stop!

There was a complaint

about some stolen dynamite out here.

You fired anybody lately?

- I figured you'd ask about that.

A boy named Sanchez?

- Sure.

He's been playing around

with the boss's daughter.

I just recognized somebody.

- The one with the big ears?

We prosecuted him for voluntary

manslaughter. - That's Eddie Farnum.

Get out of here, we're gonna blast!

- How long've you been out?

- Who got you the job?

My lawyer, Howard Cranes.

- Grandi's lawyer.

Suspect now in custody.

- Well, this is it.

Suspect? Is that Sanchez, the one

you've been talking about?

They've located him, right?

- In Marcia Linnekar's apartment.

Stand still, we're gonna blast!

What's wrong, Farnum?

You short of dynamite?

Captain, have you anything definite

on Sanchez? - Not yet.

I'm goin' on my intuition.

- This car belongs to Howard Cranes.

You remember, that slick lawyer

that got Farnum a parole.

He was Rudy Linnekar's attorney, too.

Isn't that Quinlan?

- Quinlan?

I figured we'd have Quinlan

to deal with. You finished packing?

I've heard about that guy.

- Say nothing. Let's get your bag.

Remember:
I'll do all the talking.

How do we begin? Nasty questions first

or the rubber hose right away?

Take it easy.

Vargas?

Yes, Captain?

I got my orders, Vargas.

I'm to show you courtesy, but that

don't mean you do the interrogating.

I know, Captain.

That's what I told Sanchez.

You're Ed Hansen?

- That's right, Captain.

Go and get me some coffee, Ed.

How about you, Miss Linnekar? Coffee?

No thanks.

I really need it. I'm an old man.

I go a whole night without sleep,

I feel it.

Of course,

it was a lot worse for you.

You've been livin' here

for some time, Marcia. How long?

Four months.

- Marcia!

You have a quarrel with your dad?

- I'm Miss Linnekar's attorney.

I'm Manolo Sanchez,

and I haven't got an attorney!

You two been sharing this apartment?

- I must explain.

My client is moving elsewhere.

- So she's been living with this man?

She'll be available for questions

later. I'll be present, of course.

Of course. Marcia, where was

your friend Sanchez last night?

Later, Captain. Later,

after she's rested. Come, my dear.

Casey, would you look in the desk?

See if there are some letters...

Unless you've already looked.

- We were waitin' for you.

I... I don't speak Mexican.

Let's keep it in English, Vargas.

Fine by me. He's just as unpleasant

in any language. - Unpleasant?

Strange, I've been told

I have a very winning personality.

The very best shoe clerk

the store ever had!

You weren't a shoe clerk on that

construction crew. Stick around.

I intend to.

Speak in English.

I don't like to repeat myself.

I merely asked him

if I could used the telephone.

Translation:

"The telephone is in the bedroom."

That's all he said.

He also said he thinks

he's in for some sort of third degree.

I assured him

he had nothing to worry about.

Go in with Vargas. Maybe he don't know

how to use an American telephone.

I think I ran onto something.

Some love letters.

Go and read them in the bedroom.

I don't want to leave Vargas alone.

Save the good stuff for me.

Now, in English. - What do you

want to know? - Everything, boy.

Want me to call the motel, Vargas?

- Later.

...how did you meet Linnekar's

daughter? - Selling her shoes.

You took the construction job

to get your hands on some dynamite!

I'll only slap you if you get

hysterical again. Nothing brutal.

In the old days, we never hurt people

in the face. It marks them up.

We gave it to 'em like this!

Boy's getting a rough deal.

- He could even be innocent.

Intuition? - Why not? Quinlan doesn't

have a monopoly on hunches.

Who do you like for the killer?

- It's still early, but that ex-convict.

Out on that highway job? Farnum.

- Maybe.

Wait! Some dynamite was stolen.

- The crew's working for Linnekar.

Amigo, you're onto something.

- Quite an apartment for a shoe clerk.

Marcia pay for it? - What if she does?

- How long's this been going on?

Ever since her father

had me fired from my last job.

Naturally, he objected

to a Mexican show clerk as son-in-law,

so you had to put him

out of the way. - Naturally!

Just because he speaks gilded,

that don't make him innocent.

You can show motive, but don't you

need a bit more? - We'll get it.

There's my coffee.

Didn't you bring me

any doughnuts or sweet-rolls?

You'll have to put him

on the scene of the crime. - We will.

You need evidence.

- We'll get it.

You didn't ask me to get doughnuts.

- Where are you going?

This is not my case, Captain.

- What finally convinced you of that?

This isn't my country, that's all.

I'm not convinced.

Ain't that a shame...

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