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Uh, you folks American citizens?

- I am. Yes.
- Where were you born, miss?

- Missus.
- What?

- Philadelphia.
- The name is vargas.

Hey, Jim! You see who's here?

Sure. Mr. Vargas.
Hot on the trail of another dope ring?

Hot on the trail of
a chocolate soda for my wife.

- Your wife?
- Barely a bride, officer.

Hey, can I get through?

Lot of talk up here about how
you cracked that grandi business.

- What?
- Yeah, we hear you caught the big boss.

No, only one of them.
The grandis are a big family.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- No purchases, Mr. Linnekar?
- Hey.

- Hey, I've got this...
- You an American citizen, miss?

- I got this ticking noise.
- Yeah, okay.

- No, really.
- Good night.

This ticking noise in my head.

Mike, do you realize this is
the very first time we've been together

in my country?

Do you realize I haven't kissed you
in over an hour?

- Équé pasé?
- No sé. UN carro exploté.

- Mike, what happened?
- That car that just passed us exploded.

The car? How could it do that?

I don't know.
I'll have to try to find out.

You'd better not come any closer.
There's...

We'll have to postpone
that soda, I'm afraid.

- But, Mike, couldn't I...
- Susie, please be careful.

This could be very bad for us.

- Forus?
- For Mexico, I mean.

Anyway, there's nothing
I can do over here.

So I'll try not to be too long.

Go on, darling. You wait at the hotel.

Blaine, I thought you
were back in Washington.

I leave tomorrow. You know Schwartz
of the local da's office.

- How do you do, sir?
- Hi.

Can you tell me who's in charge here?

I can't even tell you what happened.

Why aren't you back in Mexico City?
Isn't that dope trial coming up?

Grandi? It's Thursday.

I'd hoped to go back on
the morning plane, but now...

- You mean this business.
- I'm afraid so.

That bomb came from
the Mexican side of the border.

- The car did.
- Wow.

Lady, he says you don't
understand what he wants.

I understand very well what he wants.

- He save your life, lady.
- Tell him I'm a married woman...

And that my husband is
a great big official in the government,

ready and willing to knock out
all those pretty front teeth of his.

That's it, lady. Your husband.

That's what he wants
to talk to you about.

"Follow this boy at once.

We have something
very important for Mr. Vargas."

Well, what have I got to lose?

Don't answer that. Lead on, pancho.

Across the border again? Hmm.

Hey, doc, here comes the da.

Come on. Stand back.

Where's captain quinlan?
Got him out of bed at his ranch.

He's on his way.

Old Hank must be the only one in
the county who didn't hear the explosion.

Terrible thing, isn't it?

Has the, uh, daughter been told?

They're bringing her over right now...

- That's right.
- To identify her father's body.

An hour ago, Rudy linnekar
had this town in his pocket.

Hmm. Now you can
strain him through a sieve.

I guess that's my father.

Now, miss linnekar,
can you identify the woman?

I'm not acquainted with
my father's girlfriends.

Okay, miss linnekar.

Well, here comes Hank at last.

Vargas, you've heard of Hank quinlan,
our local police celebrity.

- I'd like to meet him.
- That's what you think.

Did they, uh,

toss it in, or was it, uh,

planted ahead of time?

Who?

Whoever did it, you jackass.

You figure it was a bomb then, Hank?

Well, chief, Rudy linnekar
could have been struck by lightning.

- Uh, where's the daughter?
- Marcia?

Got her right here waiting for you, Hank.

Let her go.

You don't even want to question
the daughter?

Let her go and put a tail on her.

Let's see if there was some Jane
that Rudy linnekar...

Oh, just some, uh,
stripteaser from...

What do you know? The da.

In a monkey suit.

- Well, it's...
- You too. You got one of them...

- Well, we were all at the banquet.
- A political rally.

- No! Tootsie's steak house.
- G-men, t-men.

Quite a little tea party,
all for Rudy linnekar's bonfire.

Yeah, I hear you even invited
some kind of a mexi...

Oh, I don't think Mr. Vargas
claims any jurisdiction.

Oh, I should hope not.

Two people, Americans,
are blown to hash with dynamite

practically in my own police station.

I wonder, what makes you
so very sure it was dynamite?

My leg.

- Your what?
- His game leg.

Sometimes he gets a kind of a twinge,
like folks do for a change of weather.

- "Intuition," he calls it.
- Hmm.

Vargas has a theory that the murder itself
was committed outside of ourjurisdiction.

Of course, we're all of us going to
cooperate with Mr. Vargas.

Don't worry, captain.

I'm merely what the United Nations
would call "an observer."

Well, you don't talk like one,
I'll say that for you.

Uh, Mexican, I mean.

Captain, you won't have
any trouble with me.

You bet your sweet life I won't.

Hey, lady, look at the pretty baby.

Mire El nifio.

My nephew says you call him pancho. Why?

Why you call him pancho?

Just for laughs, I guess. This note says
you have something for my husband.

Yeah?

Sefior vargas, eh? You know who I am?

- You want me to guess?
- My name is grandi.

- 0h.
- You have heard that name before, hmm?

Aside from the case
my husband's been working on,

isn't "grandi" what
that nightclub is called?

Yeah.

Yes. Grandi's rancho grande.

My gun. Kind of a joke.

Get it?

I can't say it's the funniest thing
I ever heard.

The name ain't Mexican.
I got a permit for this thing.

The grandi family is living here
in los robles a long time.

Some of us in Mexico,
some of us on this side.

- Must be convenient for business.
- Yeah?

- What business?
- Grandi business.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Yeah? Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You know what's wrong with you,
Mr. Grandi?

You've been seeing
too many gangster movies.

- Mike may be spoiling some of your fun...
- Mike?

My husband. Yeah!

And if you're trying to scare me
into calling him off,

let me tell you something, Mr. Grandi.

I may be scared, but he won't be.

- Who wants to make trouble?
- Trouble?

As a matter of fact, Mike must be
looking for me just about now,

and that's bound to mean trouble.

What's so funny about that?

Ah. He wants to know if your husband...
Husband is jealous, sefiora.

You silly little pig.

- Who are you talking about?
- I'm talking about you,

you ridiculous, old-fashioned,

jug-eared, lopsided little Caesar.

I didn't get that, sefiora.
You'll have to talk slow.

I'm talking slow,
but in a minute, I'll start to yell.

I wouldn't do that, sefiora.

Just a little while ago,
this was a quiet, peaceful town here.

- And now this vargas comes along and...
- Mr. Grandi.

Mr. Grandi. You said you had
something for my husband.

Don't you think it's time
you gave it to me?

I think it's time for him
to lay off my brother in Mexico City!

That's advice.

That's what I got for him.

Then the conference is over?

I'm free to leave?

"Free"?

Nobody was holding you
or keeping you, Mrs. Vargas.

Nobody laid a hand on you.

You were just paying us a little visit.

Well...

Good-bye, all.

Quinlan, we just can't cross over
into Mexico like this.

- Thousands do every day.
- Tourists, but...

So, we're tourists.

Captain quinlan wants to check on the girl

that was with linnekar in the death car.

I know. She was one of the stripteasers.
I think I told you.

Yeah, Pete told me
before I left the ranch.

- That's right.
- And I told him

that I wanted to see all
the stripteasers in the joint.

This is Mexican territory. What can we do?

There's no law against visitors
asking questions, is there, Mr. Vargas?

Hey. Where'd he go?

Susie, where in the world were you?

- 0h, Mike, darling.
- What happened?

Just wait till I tell you.
The craziest thing.

- Who's the Jane?
- His wife.

Well, what do you know?

She don't look Mexican either.

Well, that's all I remember, Mike.

He said his name was grandi.
I remember that.

Well, this kid, who was he?

I don't know, and I don't wanna know.

All I wanna do is to get out of here.

Look, susie, I'll get you
out of here... right away,

but I can't just walk away from all this.

I've got some questions
of my own to get answered too.

Of course. Even on his honeymoon,

the chairman of the pan-American
narcotics commission

- has a sacred duty to perform.
- Susie.

You know it's more than just
a high-sounding title.

Now they're pushing my wife around.

Can't we forget about that?

The key to this whole thing
is the dynamite.

The killer didn't just want linnekar dead.

He wanted him destroyed, annihilated.

Over here, vargas.
We're going in the back way.

Senor vargas.

Sefior vargas.

Yes?

Anything wrong, vargas?

No, I just couldn't catch him.

I hardly knew her-

hmm. Adair, come on.

Yes, yes.
And I'm not finished with you yet.

- The show's over. I'm going home.
- I... you... oh.

- Oh, no, no, ma'am.
- Mr. Adair, as far as

I can find out, none of these people

- even knew the murdered girl.
- I have no...

- I must talk to this young lady.
- Not zita?

- Zita?
- Yeah.

I didn't know her. She only joined
the show a few days ago.

We're wasting
our time around here.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Well, good night, my dear.

What happened
to menzies and vargas?

I don't know. They'll show up.

There may be some more questions.

Hmm.

Pianola.

Hank! W-We go this way, you know.

Tana still open for business?

We're closed.

- You been cookin' at this hour?
- Just cleanin' up.

Have you forgotten your old friend, hmm?

I told you we were closed.

I'm Hank quinlan.

I didn't recognize you.

You should lay off those candy bars.

Aw, it's either the candy or the hooch.

I must say, I wish it was
your chili I was getting fat on.

Anyway, you're sure looking good.

You're a mess, honey.

Yeah.

Ah, that pianola
sure brings back memories.

The customers go for it. 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 happened on your side of the border.

In a place like this, you hear things.

I heard the explosion.

Yeah.

Well, when this case is over,
I must come around some night

and sample some of your chili.

Better be careful. May be too hot for you.

See any better this way?

You can turn it off now, buster.
You're wasting your batteries.

Susie.

What are you doing here in the dark?

There isn't any shade on the window.

Well, can we turn the light on now?

- No, we can't.
- Why not?

Because there isn't any bulb anymore.

Susie.

Risto. Risto!

Wait there.

Uncle Joe is plenty mad.
He wants to talk to you.

Risto. Risto, come back here!

Sal, grab him. Stop him!

Grab him, sal!

Who told you to throw acid at vargas?

Stop him!

Who told you to throw acid at vargas, hmm?

Who's the boss of this family, hmm?

- Who is the boss?
- My old man.

Yeah, Vic, sure. But he's in the pen.

Until he gets out,
who's running this outfit?

- Oh, stop it, will ya?
- Who is in charge?

All right, you.

Oh, what a setup to work with.

One brother in jail, two others dead,

and nobody left to carry on the business
but a bunch of nephews.

- Listen, unc...
- Don't do that!

- You lost your rug, uncle Joe.
- Half of you too wet behind the ears.

Your rug! You lost your rug.

This isn't the real Mexico. You know that.

All border towns bring out
the worst in a country.

I can just imagine your mother's face
if she could see our honeymoon hotel.

- Sefior vargas.
- UN momento.

Does this mean you're taking
that early plane back to Mexico City?

- Teléfono.
- Teléfono.

Because it doesn't leave
for another two hours, you know.

All I can say is, if you are taking
that plane, I'm very glad.

I am 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 that wife of his

something to think about
on their honeymoon.

She's gonna get plenty. Don't you worry.

Here. You lost your rug.

- What?
- You lost your rug.

- Oh.
- My old man is in no shape for the pen.

- If they give him 10, he dies.
- Yeah?

And if vargas gets hurt, what happens?

My brother, Vic,
is just as good as convicted.

- You leave vargas to me.
- Uncle Joe, uncle Joe.

What?

Sal.

This, take it to her.

I don't want any more postcards.

4' qué es eso?

I don't speak any Spanish.
What is it? What do you want?

I don't know. I was told
to put this in your hands.

- Susie.
- Mike, look at the...

That was the police.

Quinlan has a lead.
I'm sorry, I have to meet him.

Now, you must tell me what you want to do.

If you are going to Mexico City, I...

I have time to take you to the airport.

Perhaps that would be best,
just for a few days.

- I don't think so.
- But just a minute ago...

A minute ago, I said a lot of things.

But now I think the best thing
is to stick close to my husband.

Okay?

Susie...

- So, Mike, I'm coming with you.
- Coming with...

But I have to see quinlan
at the American police station.

- I'll wait at the motel.
- What motel?

Well, there must be one somewhere
on the American side of the border.

The American side of the border.

Oh, well, I'll be safe there.
You won't have to worry about me.

Did I say the wrong thing again?

No, I suppose it would be nice
for a man in my place

to be able to think he could look after
his own wife in his own country.

Oh, Mike, if I go to the American motel,
it's just for comfort.

- Sure, sure.
- Not for safety.

Whatever you say, mi vida.

Wealthy contractor,
Rudolph linnekar,

has definitely been identified

with the blonde nightclub dancer

killed in the explosion a few yards
this side of the Mexican border.

He's got a reputation.
He's got a young bride.

He's gonna leave this town wishing he
and that wife of his had never been born.

Uh... uh...

I turned the music on up
for you up at the office.

Uh, I...

I turned the music on up for you up at...

- I thought you'd like.
- Not just now.

It's past seven,
and I haven't been to bed yet.

Bed?

Well, you can get into it now.
I brought the sheets.

They think I'm gonna help make it,
they got another think coming.

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

I'm the night... Uh...

It's... it's day already.

- I'm the night man.
- Can't the day man help me

make the bed?

There ain't no day man.

He's supposed to be here
at six o'clock this morning,

and now they... they phone me
and they tell me he ain't comin' at all.

They... they're sendin' a new man. New man.

Well, if they think I'm gonna stay here
and wait for him,

they... they got another think...

Well, won't you help me make the bed?

Bed?

Hey, wait a minute.

Hold that second charge!

Stop that car!

Hold that car! Stop!

Stop! Hold it!

Hey, uh, there was a complaint

about some stolen dynamite out here.

You fired anybody lately?

I figured you'd be asking about that.

Yeah? Boy named Sanchez?

Sure. He's been playin' around
with the boss's daughter.

Say, captain, I just recognized somebody
over there at the blaster.

With the big ears?

Our office prosecuted that guy
for voluntary manslaughter.

Get him over here. That's Eddie farnum.

- You!
- Got five to 10.

You have to get outta here.
We're gonna blast again.

How long you been out?

- Three months.
- Quick parole.

- Who got you this job?
- My lawyer, Howard frantz.

- Come in, car 10.
- Grandi's lawyer.

Come in, car 10.
Suspect now in custody at five-four...

- Well, this is it.
- Suspect?

- Hmm.
- That the one you been talking about?

- This Sanchez?
- Far as I can make out,

they've located him, right, captain?

Yeah, in marcia linnekar's
apartment. Come on.

Stand still. We're gonna blast.

What's wrong, farnum?
You short of dynamite?

Captain, have you anything definite
on this boy Sanchez?

Not yet. I'm just...
Goin' on my intuition.

Hey, I think this car belongs
to Howard frantz.

- Yeah?
- You remember him.

He was that slick lawyer
that got farnum a parole.

Yeah, he was
Rudy linnekar's attorney too.

Isn't that quinlan?

Quinlan?

Well, it figured we'd have
Hank quinlan to deal with.

You finished packing?

I've heard about that guy.

Say nothing, my dear.
Leave everything to me.

Let's get your bag.

Remember, I'll do all the talking.

How do we begin?

Do we play around first
with a few nasty questions,

or does he get out
the rubber hose right away?

Take it easy.

Vargas.

Yes, captain.

Got my orders, vargas.

I'm supposed to extend you every courtesy.

That don't mean you...
You do the interrogatin'.

I know, captain.
That's what I told Sanchez.

Uh, you're ed Hansen?

- That's right, captain quinlan.
- Uh, run out and get me some coffee, ed.

How about you, miss linnekar?
Uh, marcia, isn't it?

- Uh, want some coffee?
- No, thanks.

Yeah, well, I really need it.

I'm an old man, marcia.

I go a whole night without sleep, feel it.

Of course, it was a lot worse for you.

Terrible thing, what happened to your dad.

You been living here for some time,
marcia? How long?

- Four months.
- Marcia!

Uh, you had a quarrel with your dad?

- Perhaps I should introduce myself.
- Moved out on your own?

- I'm miss linnekar's attorney.
- I know who you are.

- Shall I introduce myself?
- Yes, Mr. Frantz.

I'm Manolo Sanchez,
and I haven't got any attorney!

Uh, you two been sharing this apartment?

I must explain. On my advice,
my client is moving elsewhere.

That means that she has been
living with this man.

She will hold herself available
for your later questionings.

- I will be present, of course.
- Of course.

Uh, marcia, where was
your friend Sanchez last night?

Later, captain. Later, after she's rested.

- Come, my dear.
- Iquerida!

Uh, Casey, would you take a look
in the desk there?

Might be some letters or something.

That is, unless you've
already looked the place over.

We know better than that, captain.
We were waiting for you.

Yeah.

I, uh...

I don't speak Mexican.

- Let's, uh...
- UN momento, muchacho.

Keep it in English, vargas.

It's all right with me.

I'm sure 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.

Uh, you weren't working as a shoe clerk
on that construction crew.

- Stick around, vargas.
- I intend to.

Uh, in English.
I don't like repeating myself.

I merely asked him
if I could use the telephone.

Asked?

Translation:

The telephone is in the bedroom, sefior.

That's all he said.

Also, he told me he thinks
he's in for some sort of third degree.

I assured him he had
nothing to worry about.

Casey, go in with vargas.

Maybe he don't know how to use
an American telephone.

I think I run onto something here,
captain. Some love letters.

Oh, you can read them in the bedroom.

I don't want to leave
that vargas guy alone.

- Okay.
- Save the good stuff for me.

- Now, in English.
- What do you want to know?

Everything, boy. The works.

Let's start with the shoe store.

- Want me to call the motel, vargas?
- Later.

That's how you met linnekar's
daughter, isn't it? In the shoe store.

Yes, selling her shoes.
And I've been at her feet ever since.

Then the construction job.

You stayed just long enough on that one
to get your hands on some dynamite.

What are you scared of, boy?
I'd only slap you again

if you got hysterical again.

Wouldn't be anything brutal.

Why, even back in the old days,
we never tried to hurt people in the face.

Marks 'em up.

Boy's getting a rough deal.

He could even be innocent, you know.

- Intuition?
- Why not?

Quinlan doesn't have
a monopoly on hunches.

Well, who do you like for the killer?

Too early to tell. That ex-convict.

You mean out on that highway job. Farnum.

- Maybe.
- Wait a minute.

Some dynamite was stolen.

Yeah. And that construction crew's
working for linnekar.

Amigo, I think you're onto something.

Yeah, it's quite an apartment,
for a shoe clerk.

- Who pays for it? Marcia?
- What if she does?

How long has this been going on, huh?

Ever since her father had me fired
from the last job, if you want to know.

Naturally, he objected to having a Mexican
shoe clerk for a son-in-law.

- So, naturally...
- Naturally...

You had to put him out of the way.

Naturally!

Just because he speaks a little guilty,

that don't make him innocent, you know.

You can show motive, yes.
But won't you need a bit more than that?

Well, we'll get it.

Oh, 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've got to have some evidence.

We'll get it. What... well?

Well, you didn't ask me
to get any doughnuts, captain.

Where you going?

This is not my case, captain.

What finally convinced you of that?

This is not my country, that's all.
I'm not convinced.

Well, ain't that a shame? Hmm.

- There another phone near here?
- Right across the street.

Excuse me. Madame, could I use
your telephone, please?

Right in front of you.

Do you have a phone book?

I'm blind, mister.
You'll have to ask for information.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hello, I'd like the telephone number
of the mirador motel.

- What is this place you're taking me to?
- Get going.

- Now, listen, this is ridiculous.
- Now, go on.

- Who's this?
- Who are you? Don't push.

- Where's captain quinlan?
- He's in there making a search.

- What am I doing in here?
- Oh, Hank.

What's the idea,
barging in on me like this?

- I'm sorry, Hank.
- Who you got in here?

I forgot to give you your cane.

- Sit down.
- Queer thing, Hank.

- I know him.
- When I was taking Mrs. Vargas

to the motel,
I picked this guy on the way.

Yeah, I know him.

It's uncle Joe grandi.
Why'd you bring him in here?

For some crazy reason,
he was following me in his car.

- He was tailing you?
- Yeah.

Huh.

Why would I be following a cop?
He's an idiot.

Maybe because you thought
he was a Mexican cop,

because you thought he was vargas.

- He was driving vargas's car.
- Oh.

- Right?
- So you're right.

So I thought I was following vargas.
So what?

- Sit down.
- It's a free country.

Shut up.

Is this the mirador motel?
I'm trying to...

Yes, it's the mirador motel, and it's me.

Oh. Darling, the news is bad.

Quinlan is about to arrest
that boy, Sanchez.

Oh, Mike, is that why you called?

To tell me somebody's been arrested?

No, that's not really why I called.

It...

It's to tell you how sorry
I am about all this.

How very, very much I love you.

Susie?

I'm still here, my own darling Miguel.

Oh. I thought maybe you'd fallen asleep.

I was just listening
to you breathe.

It's a lovely sound.

But I am sleepy.

Uh, of course you are.

Well, then, I'll be calling you back
later. Good-bye for now.

Mike?

Hello?

Yes?

Oh, I just wanted to tell you
I'm awfully tired.

Oh, excuse me.
This is Mrs. Vargas talking.

I know. It couldn't be anybody else.

- Oh?
- You're the only guest

we got here just now, in the whole place.

Oh. Well, as I started to tell you,

there's no sign to put up
outside the door,

and I just wanted to make sure
I wouldn't be disturbed.

Oh, that is if you're
the one who's in charge.

Don't you worry, Mrs. Vargas.

I'm the one who's in charge here.

Nobody's going to get through to you...

Unless I say so.

Oh, vargas. Sergeant menzies
wanted me to give you this.

- Your car keys.
- Thanks.

Well. I was beginning to think
we'd lost you for good, amigo.

I had a phone call to make.

English.

Enghsh.

They've got me measured for the fall guy.

- Now, just a minute.
- Sure, I'm the fortune hunter

who hypnotized marcia.

Who made her kill her father
for his money.

Boy, if I had that kind of power,

I wouldn't be where I am today,
believe me.

You mean you don't care about the money?

Why should I lie? If it hadn't
been for the money,

I wouldn't have given her a tumble.

- No?
- But I told her that

right at the beginning.
But still, she wanted...

Why bother? You wouldn't believe it.

Try me.

I'm a good listener.

Well, instead of the man chasing the girl,

suppose she was the one.

Suppose she asked him to marry her.
What should he do?

Draw himself up and say, "no, my dear,

you and I could never be happy together
because of your money"?

- What would you do, vargas?
- The question is, what did you do?

Yeah, what did you do, boy?

Well, you know what I did,
captain quinlan.

- I know. I was asking you.
- Marcia and I made a bomb.

- That's right, you made a bomb.
- And we blew up her father, of course!

And you're willing to admit it.

- Don't you see you don't help yourself...
- He confessed.

By treating this as a joke?

Uh, eh, you finished?

Anything more you wanna say, vargas?

- No, captain.
- Oh, good.

- Well, Pete, since you're here...
- Yes, Hank?

I wish you'd search the place.

I'm, uh, too tired to go on with it.

S-Sanchez's desk has been locked into.

- Take the bedroom and, uh...
- Okay, Hank.

And the bathroom.

I haven't been very thorough.

Now, listen.
How long do I have to sit here?

I wasn't breaking no laws. I was just...

- I don't even know these people.
- You know vargas, don't you?

- Who's this?
- Uncle Joe grandi.

- Another grandi.
- Uncle Joe?

Yeah, you nabbed his brother
on a narcotics rap.

- I don't know this grandi.
- Yeah?

- I got nothing to do with you.
- Shut up.

I'm an American citizen.

Now, listen. Vic was arrested
in Mexico City, captain.

Vargas is gonna testify
at his trial Thursday.

It's got absolutely nothing to do with...

- You try any rough stuff, uncle Joe...
- I ain't no sucker.

He's a big shot in
the Mexican government. Listen.

Anybody lays a hand on Mr. Vargas
between now and Thursday,

and my brother, Vic, is just
as good as con-convicted.

- Hank?
- Yeah?

- What is it, Pete?
- I found it.

- Found what, uh, partner?
- Come here and look.

I don't even know this Sanchez.

All right, boy.
Boy, you come in here.

Now, in English, just how much dynamite
was it you stole?

What good would it be to tell
you that I've never seen any dynamite?

Poor Rudy linnekar.

He did all he could to keep you
away from his daughter,

but she stands to inherit a million bucks,

so naturally, you just moved in here...

Marcia and I
were married, secretly.

- Yeah?
- A million bucks.

Ain't no secret about that.

And you got scared
he'd change his will.

Why don't you let up for a minute?

So you got yourself this highway job...

You broke into
the explosives bin and stole...

That's a lie!

You stole 10 sticks of dynamite!

No! No!

Well, Hank has done it again.

- He's nailed his man.
- Thanks to you, partner.

Me? Ah!

If that dynamite had been
a snake there in the bathroom,

it would have bit me!

I promised chief gould that
I'd keep you informed, vargas.

So I'm doing it. This is it.
We've broken the case.

Rudy linnekar was blown up
with eight sticks of dynamite,

and, uh, Sanchez stole 10.

That leaves two, and we found 'em both.

You heard that, boy.
We found the dynamite.

- That's impossible.
- Well, we found two sticks.

Black fox, the identical brand.

The right number, right brand.

- Where did you find this?
- Right here in your love nest.

- Where?
- Where you had it stashed, of course.

What are you trying to do?

We're trying to strap you
to the electric chair.

We don't like it when innocent people
are blown to jelly in our town!

Yes, an old lady on main street last night
picked up a shoe.

The shoe had a foot in it.

We're gonna make you pay for that mess.

They're trying to railroad me.

- Yeah.
- I don't know why.

I never stole any dynamite.

You'll have to stop him yourself.

From now on, he can talk hindu,
for all the good it'll do him.

He swears on his mother's grave

that there has never been any dynamite
in this apartment.

Sure, sure.

- Take him in. Book him.
- Let's go.

You say you found this dynamite
in the bathroom.

Pete found it.
Show him the dynamite, Pete.

- Right here.
- Can't you do something to help me?

Oh, what are you scared of,
partner?

That stuff isn't nearly as easy to blow up
as people seem to think.

It doesn't go off quite that easy.

You found the dynamite in this box?

Dynamite?

Yeah. Pete found it. I... told you that.

- Captain...
- Yeah?

I looked in that box just now.

There wasn't anything there.

I know how you feel.

- Do you?
- Sure, I do.

You people are touchy.

It's only human you'd want to

come to the defense
of your fellow countrymen.

Vargas.

- Vargas, don't worry.
- Why should I worry?

Ah, you go right ahead
and say anything you want to.

Folks'll bear your natural prejudice
in mind.

I saw that shoe box
10 minutes ago, captain.

Yeah, well, maybe you didn't notice.

I knocked it over in the bathroom floor.

I couldn't very well have failed to notice
two sticks of dynamite.

- Tell any story you want.
- The shoe box was empty.

Go on sayin' it's empty.
Folks'll understand.

I'm saying more than that, captain.

- You framed that boy.
- Framed him!

What's the matter with him, Hank?
Is he... is he crazy?

Yeah, that must be it. Crazy.

Hank, what are we gonna do with
this grandi guy? Take him in?

- Grandi?
- I, uh...

I think you ought to realize, quinlan,

if a man of vargas's position
is willing to testify...

Who you working for?
The Mexican government?

I'm working for the district attorney.

Listen, I got a position in this town,
a reputation.

- Who's vargas?
- Vargas is kind of important too, Hank.

Somebody's gonna have to

give in on this thing.

Either that or somebody's gonna be ruined.

- Captain quinlan.
- What do you want?

Schwartz, you saw
that shoe box in the bathroom.

You know it was empty.

Well, now, I didn't happen
to see it myself,

but... but I believe you.

We are both after
the same exact thing, captain.

If vargas goes on like this, shooting
his face off like he was just now...

Ah, move along.
Stop making trouble, grandi.

Trouble? Who's the one
who's making trouble?

Vargas. Sure.

For my brother, Vic, in Mexico City.
For you here.

Ah, go peddle your papers, uncle Joe.

You just said it yourself. Somebody's
reputation has got to be ruined.

Why shouldn't it be vargas's?

- What are you waiting for?
- Nothing, Hank. I...

- We got work to do.
- Okay, Hank, okay.

- What do you want?
- Nothing, captain.

- Nothing that you don't want too.
- Go on. Spit it out, grandi.

Captain, we cannot
stand out here in the street.

Why don't we go somewhere
nice and private, huh?

Where we can sit down and have a drink.

I don't drink.

- Look, Schwartz.
- Ai.

Ai. We must show where quinlan himself
got the dynamite.

If you're really with me on this,
we have still to get some proof.

- We've got your word.
- Let's do better than that.

In your country also, when explosives
are purchased, some record is kept, no?

Sure. And we're going
to the right place to look it up.

Hey. How about quinlan's ranch?

- Where is that?
- Just outside town.

While you're looking up
the dynamite records,

I might go out there.

Ai, there is one thing
that worries me still.

- What's that?
- I could be wrong about this.

That would be very bad for you.

Let's see if you're wrong first, amigo.

I wondered if you could
turn that music off.

Would it be possible to ask
those people next door to move?

Just to another cabin? You see,
I'm still trying to get some sleep.

Where would you like me to take you, doll?

You got the stuff?

Hey.

I brought this.
Some of the other guys got more.

And the hypo?

- Hi.
- What are you doing here?

- Turn that down.
- I...

I-I'm...

- The night man.
- Yeah?

Well, you're a little early, ain't you?

I thought I'd better come back,
see if the new...

Okay.

Which...

One of you is the new day man?

Beat it.

It's a mile and a half
down to the highway. I...

I think I'd better stay.

Go in the kitchen and get
yourself something to eat.

- I brought my lunch.
- Eat it now.

Eat it now?

I know you. You're the grandi boys.

Your uncle Joe know you're here?

Who could that be?

Take it easy, pretty boy.
What are you in such a sweat about?

It's a tough rap to get caught
with this stuff.

It's only that vargas dame again.

- Yes, ma'am?
- Give me state-1212.

Very good, ma'am. State-1212.

Hey! Hey! That's the police department.

- Yeah?
- Huh?

It's the police, all right.

- What do we do now?
- We do nothing...

But relax and have ourselves a ball.

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Vargas,

but the telephone
is temporarily out of service.

I'll call you
just as soon as it's repaired.

I better call uncle Joe.

So that is our little arrangement, see?

A real sweet setup.

- And all the help we need...
- Listen, you knock somebody off...

I don't care who it is,

- there won't be any "little arrangement."
- Hola.

- Not with Hank quinlan.
- Joe, it's for you.

- Yeah.
- Vargas can't hurt me.

Well, maybe not.

But maybe with our little deal,
we can hurt him.

I don't make deals.

Yeah? Well, sure, I'm all right.

No, no, no. Just go ahead like I said.

- Don't worry. No matter...
- Something wrong out there?

- No, no. Nothing we can't fix.
- We? Where you get that "we" stuff?

I haven't given you any answer yet.

You keep talking as though
this was some kind of a deal

where I ask you to get me out of a rap.

No. That ain't it at all.

In this thing, we're partners, see?

- Shall we drink to that?
- I don't...

Juanito, two more double bourbons.

Make 'em nice and big.

All I can say is,
this better be important.

It is.

I think we're out of our minds
to be here in Mexico at all.

- Well, vargas. You sent for us.
- Mr. Adair.

Gentlemen. Now, it isn't really true
that I sent for you.

- Mr. Schwartz insisted that...
- Let's get down to cases.

You know chief gould,
of course, Mr. Vargas.

- How do you do, sir?
- Where's this so-called document?

- Perhaps we'd better go to my room.
- Yes, by all means, yes.

- In here, gentlemen.
- Go ahead.

- No, no, no. I'll... I'll walk.
- Okay.

The lift is rather small, I'm afraid.

Chief gould.

Just, uh, press the button
for the second floor.

I'll meet you there.

I still don't know why vargas couldn't
come to my office.

He has practically cabinet status with
the Mexican government, you know.

Well, if he's so important...

He can't very well make a formal call
on either of you

without at least going
through his consulate

and putting the whole thing
on an international level.

Okay. Cut out all the fancy talk
and what does it boil down to?

This Mexican is bringing criminal charges

against one of the most respected
police officers in the country.

And that's what it boils down to.

Ah... well, vargas. You must be
pretty quick on your feet.

It's just that the lift is slow.
This way, gentlemen.

Thank you.

After you.

I have it right over here.

There. While you're looking at it,

perhaps you'll excuse me
if I finish a call I've put in.

Where'd you get this?

- From your department of records...
- They'll let anybody in there.

- Well, it doesn't mean anything.
- Ei sefior vargas, si.

That's your wife you're calling, isn't it?

- Yes.
- You know who owns the mirador?

- No, I don't.
- "June 18.

Hill's hardware in los robles.

17 sticks, black fox brand,
to h. Quinlan."

Quinlan needed dynamite
for work on his ranch.

Simple coincidence.

Mr. Adair... hello?

Yes?

Mirador? My name is vargas.
I'd like to speak with my wife, please.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Vargas,
but your wife left definite instructions.

She's not to be disturbed.

Honey. You, in the next room.

What is it?

Come to the wall so I can whisper.

Yes?

You know what the boys
are trying to do, don't you?

They are tryin' to get in there.

They went to get the master key.

You know what marijuana is, don't you?

Yes.

You know what a Mary Jane is?

You know what a mainliner is?

I think so. But what's that
got to do with me?

It will make you feel real good.

You're trying to tell me
these boys are drugged?

- Is that why...
- Shh.

Hey, you... you think they're ready
for that stuff yet?

Not yet, kid.

The fun is only beginning.

This is a swell time to be gettin' fried,

- I must say.
- My job's over, Pete.

- You oughta be over at the department...
- Now, listen, Hank.

Workin' on Sanchez. We gotta break...

Vargas is telling the chief and the da
that you planted that dynamite.

- He was a fool.
- They're takin' him seriously.

- They came to him.
- No, I mean Sanchez.

Dynamite's no way to kill.

Did I ever tell you
the smart way to kill, Pete?

Sure. Sure. Strangling.

- Clean. Silent.
- You told me all that.

- That's how my wife died.
- Come on. Finish that coffee.

- I don't usually talk about my wife.
- Never when you're sober.

- She was strangled, Pete.
- I know. I know.

Bindin' cord. She was workin'
up at the packin' plant,

so the killer had it right to hand.

Smart. You don't leave fingerprints
on a piece of string.

Bartender, what do I owe you?

That half-breed done it,
of course, we all knew that.

But I was just a rookie cop.

4.75.

I followed around after him
eating my heart out,

tryin' to catch him.

But I never did.

Then in some mudhole in Belgium,
the good lord done the job for me in 1917.

Pete, that was the last killer
ever got out of my hands.

- Where are you going now?
- Where do you think?

To sefior vargas's meeting.

He wants to fight dirty. Okay.

That's the kind of fight he's gonna get.

- Perhaps...
- Perhaps what?

Perhaps he honestly thinks
that Sanchez is guilty.

- Of course he does.
- There's no "perhaps" about it.

- Hank quinlan is an honest cop.
- There are all kinds of policemen, sir.

- Oh!
- I don't have to tell you that.

- A few take bribes...
- Hank quinlan

never took a dollar in his life.

Most are honest, yes.
But even some of the honest men

abuse their power in other ways.

Come in, Hank.

Well, I...

Don't know whether I'm welcome or not.

I want you to hear this.

I've heard it already.

Our friend vargas has some very special
ideas about police procedure.

He seems to think it don't matter
whether a killer is hanged or not,

so long as we obey
the fine print in rule books.

Captain, I don't think a policeman
should work like a dogcatcher.

- No?
- Putting criminals behind bars. No.

In any free country, a policeman
is supposed to enforce the law.

And the law protects the guilty,
as well as the innocent.

Our job is tough enough...

It's supposed to be. It has to be tough.

A policeman's job is only easy
in a police state.

That's the whole point, captain.

Who is the boss? The cop or the law?

- Where's your wife, vargas?
- What do you...

What do you mean? You know
where she is as well as I do.

Sergeant menzies drove her.
She's at the motel.

Oh? And you're still here?

Yes, I'm checking out now and joining her.
Do you have

- a reason for asking, captain?
- No. No, no, no.

I had no special reason. No.

No, I just wondered.

Well, what do you know?
A mother pigeon and her nest.

Pigeon egg. Eh?

Captain, you did buy
17 sticks of dynamite, didn't you?

You tell your story, vargas.
I don't have to answer your questions.

- A hired hand at your ranch says...
- My ranch?

He used 15 sticks.

You been spying out at my ranch?

- A foreigner.
- Without my knowledge, Hank.

- Without my permission.
- At your ranch,

you used 15 sticks of dynamite, quinlan.
That leaves two sticks missing.

And two sticks
were found in that shoe box.

He's just asking, Hank. Hank!

- What's that for?
- It's for...

- It's for letting him ask.
- Oh, Hank. Wait a minute.

30 years. 30 years of
poundin' beats and ridin' cars.

30 years of dirt and crummy pay.

- 30 years I gave my life...
- Hank, watch your blood pressure.

And you allow this foreigner
to accuse me?

We were giving you a chance to answer him.

Answer? Why do I have to answer him?
No, sir!

I won't take back that badge until
the people of this county vote it back!

- Oh.
- Hank, will you listen a minute?

I don't want to ever see that man in
headquarters for any reason at any time!

- Now, you backed him up.
- Me?

You stood by while he impugned
the integrity

- of captain quinlan and sergeant menzies!
- I tried to stop him!

Do you realize what vargas has done?
He's smearing hundreds of fine men.

Men ready to give their
lives to protect the people.

Have you caused enough trouble?

Are you satisfied?
I want you to apologize.

- To quinlan?
- And to chief gould.

Would you like me to get down on my knees?

If you have any decency, you will, yes.

- You'll crawl!
- Mr. Adair,

I won't give you the chance
to test your authority in this matter.

Ai, have I still any credit left with you?

Some.

Tell me, where can I find the records
of quinlan's old cases?

- I'll show you.
- I'd like to get back to my wife.

I hope this won't take too long.

- Hank?
- Huh?

You're not going without this.

Well,

now I guess I can talk.

- What do you mean, Hank?
- Well, all I wanted to tell you was

- I couldn't really say in my own defense.
- Go on, Hank.

What do you really know about this vargas?

Isn't he in charge of some kind of cleanup
here on this side of the border?

- Narcotics, mainly?
- Yeah.

Narcotics.

He's a drug addict.

He's got that young wife
of his hooked too.

But good.

If I hadn't seen that hypodermic myself...

Hypodermic? You saw it?

I just said so, didn't I?

I saw it.

That's how come he happened to imagine
all those crazy things.

It's typical.

That's what that wife of his was doin'
in that dive on skid row.

Both a couple ofjunkies.

Of course, he's usin' the job...
As a cover-up.

You don't mean he's mixed up
in this dope racket himself.

Mm-hmm.

Hank, if this is
just one of your hunches...

I don't ask you to believe it.
I can prove it.

I know it isn't my department, but...

I'd like to show you I'm not talkin'
out of the back of my neck.

- Just be careful, huh?
- Chief, I'll be very careful.

Hello, tana? Is captain quinlan there?

Now, sergeant...

Tana. Hey, tana!

I'll be right there.

Now what would Hank quinlan be doing here?

Used to be he'd hole up
at your place

for two or three days
with a case of whiskey.

That was years ago.
Now he's on candy bars.

Not tonight he isn't.

Lia.

No, let me stay. I want to watch.

Hold her legs.

No! No! Let me go!

Don't touch me! Let me go!

No! No! No!

Close the door!

So, this is where you've been
all afternoon. Hmm?

How'd they let you in here?

A foreigner?

The hall of records
is open to the public, sergeant.

- What are you doin'?
- You'll find out tomorrow morning.

I want to know now.

What's all this?

Records of every case where you or
quinlan uncovered the principal evidence.

In each case, as you'll notice,

the defense denied
the existence of that evidence.

What are you tryin' to do, wreck him?

Him?

What about you?

Are you telling me you never
planted any evidence, sergeant?

Of course not. Neither did Hank.

- It's all there.
- Never!

The ax in the berger slaying.

The-the dentures in the ewell case.
The lead pipe in...

Go on. Tear them.
It's all there in the record.

- All these years he spent...
- All these years he's been

planting evidence, framing suspects.

- That's a lie.
- I think I can prove it, sergeant.

Sure. You can smear him.

Ruin his whole life's work.

Vargas, I...

I don't even know where he is.

That's what you've done to him.

- What I've done to him?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's on an important case, and...
He's disappeared.

Good and drunk, probably.

After 12 years on the wagon.

That's what you've done to him.

What about quinlan, sergeant?

What's he done?

What about all those people
he put in the death house?

Save your tears for them.

May I?

There's... nobody been
registered all week.

No. No, it-it-it's... off the season.

Nobody hardly ever comes around at all.

I-i-I'm the night man.

There was that party.

Party? What party?

- It's a mess. Awful mess.
- Where?

They think I'm gonna clean it up,
they got another think comin'.

Terrible, terrible brawl.

Cabin number seven.

Right in the middle of the afternoon.

Cabin number seven.

This brawl, you mean there was
some sort of a fight?

- Fight?
- Yes.

No. No. It wasn't that... kind of a brawl.

It was...

One of them wild parties.

You know the kind?

This can't be my wife's room.

This ain't her clothes, huh?

Phew! It stinks in here!

Let's get some air in here. Phew!

It's a mess. It's a stinkin' mess!
Havin' a wild party.

But, here's my briefcase.
I left it with Susan. It...

Uh, stub here.

I'm gettin' out of here.

My gun!

You haven't been here?

You haven't been in that room?

I... I just looked in.

I had a gun in this case!

- You didn't take it?
- What would I want with a gun?

Well, somebody wanted it!

If they hadn't put that grandi boy
on the desk this morning,

none of this would have happened.

Grandi?

Wh... who do you think
this belongs to anyway?

Where are they?

- The kids?
- Yes.

Please.

Rancho!

- Rancho grande?
- Yeah!

- You got her undressed?
- Yeah. We've scattered more

reefer stubs around.

You kids didn't use none of
that stuff yourselves, huh?

Think we're crazy?

Nobody in the grandi family gets hooked.

Understand? That's the rule.

We blew the smoke in her clothes,
that's all.

Like you said, we put on
a good show to scare her.

Let's hope it was good enough.

When she wakes up, she's gotta think maybe
something really did happen.

All right, now, beat it.

What about our dough?

We were not doing this for fun, uncle Joe.

Beat it. Beat it. You're gonna
get your dough tomorrow.

- Okay.
- Beat it.

Psst!

Okay.

- Turn out the light.
- Why?

Nobody can see you up here.

- You sure?
- Of course I'm sure.

Hey, what are you doing?

I brought you up here for a reason.

I don't get it.

I don't even see why you
wanted us to bring her...

All the way into town here.

I couldn't drive out to the motel.

- My car is known.
- So what?

You're a cop making an arrest.

Oh, the vice boys will do that.

What's that for?

Turn around.

Get the phone.

The phone.

Now dial 1212.

- That's the police station.
- Go on. Dial it.

Stop, quinlan. You're drunk.

Just stop and think for a minute.

See if they answer.

- Hello?
- Ask for sergeant menzies.

Menzies.

Sergeant menzies.

Quinlan, if you turn me in,

I'll have quite a story to tell.

Yeah, you sure will.

See if menzies is...

Hello? Menzies?

Got him? Hand me the phone.

Hold it so I can talk to him. Give me
the receiver. Give me the receiver.

Hello, Pete?

Of course it's me, partner.

Any news yet?

Sanchez still hasn't broken.

What?

Vargas's wife? A narcotics rap?

Oh, one of the boys who was on
this wild party gave me the buzz, see?

Uh, just relay it to the vice boys
as anonymous.

The hotel ritz. Room 18.

The way I hear it,
things got a little out of control.

Don't be surprised... what they find.

But what about me, Hank? What do I do?

Keep after him. Break him! Break him!

Put up the phone.

Receiver.

Give me the key.

Told ya I brought ya up here for a reason.

No! No!

Hank! Hank!

No. No, don't!

Help! Somebody help me!

Help! Somebody come up here!

Help me!

- Ivamos!
- Mike!

Mike! Mike!

Oh, talk English, can't you?

Listen, I'm no cop now. I'm a husband.

What did you do with her?

Where is my wife? My wife!

Vargas!

It's your wife, vargas.

They picked her up.

What do you mean, "picked her up?"

The vice squad.

Quinlan?

You better come outside with me, amigo.

No, no. Tell me what happened.

They found her at the hotel ritz,
half-naked on one of the beds, drugged.

There were reefer stubs and a heroin fix.

Vargas!

The charge isn't just
possession of narcotics.

What is it then?

- Murder.
- Murder?

Susie. Susie.

Darling, it's all right now. Susie, su...

It's all down in the report.
They found evidence of a mixed party.

Mixed party?

Articles of clothing,
half-smoked reefers, needle marks.

Something else
could produce the same effects.

Demerol, for instance,
or sodium Pentothal.

- You could smell the stuff on her.
- This whole setup stinks.

Who the hell does quinlan think he is,

hanging a murder rap on my wife?

Mike. Mike.

- Susie, lie down.
- Mike.

- Now, now. It's all right, susie.
- Mike.

- Mike, take me home.
- Yes.

- Mike.
- Susie.

Susie, forgive me.

Mike!

- Don't go.
- I'm right here, susie.

It's all right.

You understand, vargas,

there's no formal charge
against your wife.

- Oh?
- Even the vice boys

are not pressing anything.

Oh, the fact that Susan won't actually
serve time makes everything all right.

- Is that it?
- I told ya I got somethin' to show ya!

Her family, her good name. Nothing's
been touched by all this... filth.

I found it in the hotel room.

Yeah.

With grandi's body.

The doc says it was only that truth stuff.

- Sodium Pentothal.
- Yeah. No harm in it at all.

No harm?

Schwartz is driving
your car across the border.

I told him we'd be by the bridge here.

He's bringing your wife along.

She's feeling fine.

- The doc says she can travel.
- Sergeant...

Look, all she wants is to catch
the early plane outta here.

How can I leave here
until my wife's name is clean?

Clean! What do you think
you're carrying that microphone for?

What's my fortune?

- You been readin' the cards, haven't you?
- I've been doing the accounts.

Come on. Read my future for me.

You haven't got any.

Hmm? What do you mean?

Your future is all used up.

Why don't you go home?

Vargas. Vargas.

I don't know if you can
hear me over that piano music,

but I'll get him out of there
so you can hear.

I'll get him out, away from that music.

Be sure he doesn't see you.

I must be drunk.

A minute ago,

I thought you were vargas.

Come on out, Hank.

- What's that?
- Come on out, Hank. I'm tired.

Who told you to come here?

I'm tired of waiting, Hank.

There's some questions you gotta answer.

Questions?

Questions?

I need another drink.

You had enough.

That's what tana keeps telling me.
How much is enough?

Hank, I'm sick of chasing
around, trying to get at the truth.

You could use a drink
yourself, partner.

You gotta answer, Hank,
all kinds of things.

- First about vargas's gun.
- How do you know about the gun?

- He thinks you took it.
- Vargas?

Or was it grandi that stole it?

You've been
talkin' to vargas, huh?

Then you took it from grandi?

You been gettin' kind of chummy,
you and that Mexican.

Does that explain that thing
you're carrying around now?

What's it called?

That thing you're wearin'?

- What I'm wearing?
- Sure.

- That halo.
- Halo?

Looks real pretty on you, Pete.

Pretty soon you'll be flappin'
your wings like an angel.

Look out.

Vargas will turn you into one of these
here starry-eyed idealists.

They're the ones makin'
all the real trouble in the world.

Be careful. They're worse than crooks.

You can always do somethin' with a crook.

You're the one that should be
careful, Hank...

- Huh? What?
- Dealin' with crooks.

Sometimes you can turn
into a crook yourself.

Look what happened with grandi.

Partner, nobody ever
called me a crook.

Look! Look up there!

See?

That oil pump.

Pumpin' up money.

Money.

Don't you think I could have been rich,
a cop in my position?

- What do I have?
- Tell me about grandi, Hank.

After 30 years.
A little Turkey ranch, that's all I got.

- A couple of acres.
- We gotta talk about grandi.

An honest cop.

Then this Mexican comes along

and look at the spot he puts me in!

- You can't blame vargas for what ha...
- Blame vargas?

- I blame vargas for everything.
- Hank, don't be crazy.

Crazy.

If it wasn't for him,
you think I'd be in a situation

where grandi could blackmail me?

- Of course, when I had to defend myself...
- "Defend yourself"?

- Hank, you must be crazy.
- Sure.

- Insane!
- Sure, I'm crazy.

"Defend yourself"?
Hank, you murdered grandi.

I left my cane by his body.
That was sure crazy.

All right. Let's start in the beginning.

- What about vargas's gun?
- I was talking about my cane.

- The gun!
- I forgot it.

- The gun you stole from his briefcase.
- Gun?

- Vargas's gun! Vargas's!
- Vargas! Vargas! Vargas!

All you want to talk about is vargas!

You took the gun from his briefcase,
but you didn't use it.

- Grandi was strangled.
- Grandi was a crook.

- You're a killer, Hank.
- Partner,

- I'm a cop.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Drunk and crazy, as you must have been
when you strangled him.

I guess you were somehow
thinking of your wife,

the way she was strangled.

Well, I'm always thinking of her,

drunk or sober.

What else is there to think about?
Except my job.

My dirtyjob!

You didn't have to make it dirty.

I don't call it dirty. Look at the record.

- Our record, partner.
- Sure. Sure. Sure.

Well, all those... convictions.

Convictions, sure.

- How many did you frame?
- Nobody.

Come on, Hank.
How many did you frame?

I told you. Nobody.

Nobody that wasn't guilty. Guilty.

Guilty.

Every last one of 'em. Guilty.

All these years you been playin' me
for a sucker,

- faking evidence.
- Aiding justice, partner.

- Yeah, like the ax in the berger case.
- Oh, yeah. Remember that?

I was the one that found the ax,
just where you planted it for me to find.

Just like the dynamite with Sanchez.

Just like you planted that dynamite!

Don't you think Sanchez is guilty?

He's guilty. He'll confess.

Hey! Listen to that.

- Hank, I'm gonna have to...
- Shut up.

Hear that?

- Hear what?
- Like an echo.

Vargas?

I've got a feeling
he's some place around here...

Close to me.

I got a hunch.

Why vargas? Wh... wh... why should he...

You sound kind of nervous, Pete.

Well, my game leg...

Is startin' to talk to me.

Vargas.

Maybe he's tailin' me with a bug.

Recordin'...

Hey! Are you carrying a bug for him?

- A microphone? Don't lie to me!
- Hank, I...

All right, all right.

Now, you better give me that gun.

Where is he?

Where is he?

How did you figure
to frame vargas with it?

Framed? Who's been framed?

Where is he?

Vargas!

- Where is he?
- Hank, look, I...

I'm talkin' to vargas now.
Vargas! You hear me?

I'm talkin' to you

through this... this walkin' microphone
that used to work for me.

- I ain't workin' for vargas.
- Vargas! Vargas!

I'm workin'
for the department, Hank.

- Better give me vargas's gun.
- Okay. Here it is.

- Give it to me.
- Vargas!

Hank. Ha...

Well, captain,

I'm afraid this is finally something
you can't talk your way out of.

Are you willing to bet?

You killed him, vargas.

Come on, now. Give me my gun back.

You don't understand me. You killed Pete.

The bullet is from your gun.

You think anyone would believe that?

They always believe me.

Anyway, they'd never believe I killed him.

- The gun.
- You're resisting arrest.

How could you arrest me here?
This is my country.

And this is where you're gonna die.

That was no miss, vargas.
That was just to turn you around!

I don't want to shoot you in the back.

Unless you'd rather... try to run for it.

Schwartz! Is she there?

- Did you bring my wife?
- She's in the car.

That's menzies. He's dead.
Quinlan's been shot too.

He's lying by the recorder.
Down there. I've got it all on tape.

You sure you got enough?

More than enough.
Go play it back. You'll see.

- Susie.
- Oh, Mike.

All these years you been
playin' me for a sucker,

faking evidence.

Aiding justice, partner.

Hank.

- Susie.
- Oh, Mike.

It's all over, susie. I'm taking you home.

Home.

How many did you frame?

Nobody that wasn't guilty.
Guilty.

Hank!

No, iain't workin' for vargas.

Vargas! Vargas!

- Better give me that gun.
- Okay, here it is.

- Give it to me!
- Vargas!

Pete, that's the second bullet that...

I stopped for you.

His famous intuition was right after all.

He framed that Mexican kid Sanchez,
but he didn't even need to.

The kid confessed about that bomb.

So, it turns out quinlan
was right after all.

Isn't somebody going to come
and take him away?

Yeah, in just a few minutes.

You really liked him, didn't you?

The cop did.

The one who killed him. He loved him.

Well, Hank was a great detective,
all right.

And a lousy cop.

Is that all you have to say for him?

He was some kind of a man.

What does it matter
what you say about people?

Good-bye, tana.

Adios.