Touch of Evil

- - Whoo!

Senon

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.

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.

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.

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?