Saboteur

(HEAVY MACHINERY RUMBLING NEARBY)

Here come the wolves.

Uh-oh. Bottleneck. Mr. Roosevelt should hear of this.

I'm sorry. Hope you didn't hurt yourself.

My friend says he's sorry.

Okay.

That just goes to show you what a little blonde can do

to hold up national defense.

Nice, pleasant guy.

Man!

Gee, 100 bucks.

So that's what they look like.

Where'd he go?

I don't know.

I wonder what his name is.

Wait a minute. I saw it on the envelope. Fry. That's it. Fry.

Fry.

How do you know my name?

What do you care how I know your name?

I saw it on one of the envelopes you dropped.

Here's something that belongs to you.

The paint shop! Lt'll go up like dynamite!

Here, take this one.

What about me? Don't I get to play, too?

You get another one. All right.

So, I see these two kids, see.

And I yell at them, "The sprinklers are busted,

"the whole shooting match will go up."

And they run right in, the both of them.

And the last thing I saw when I looked back

was one kid give the extinguisher to the other kid,

and then it was just like all hell comes up.

That's all I see.

Was there anybody else around?

No. Just the two kids.

The poor kid with the extinguisher,

and the one who gave it to him.

Thank you, Rogers. We appreciate all you've done.

We needn't keep you any longer now.

You'd better go and take care of those hands.

Who've you got next?

We have a fellow, Barry Kane, waiting.

Send Barry Kane in!

Barry Kane!

All right. Just take it easy.

We only want to ask you a couple of questions,

a matter of a routine check-up.

Well, I want to do anything I can to help.

Sure.

Now, suppose you tell us where you were when the fire started.

Well, I was one of the first to rush in.

The sprinkler systems weren't working.

Who else was with you?

There were just myself, a fellow named Fry, and my friend Ken Mason.

Go on.

Fry handed me an extinguisher,

and I started running toward the fire.

I gave it to Ken.

And then he...

Okay. Take it easy. That's all.

Just stick around for a while. We may need you.

Send for Fry.

Get hold of a fellow called Fry.

What'd they do? Ask you a lot of questions?

No. Hardly any.

Gee, it's awful tough going, seeing it happen in front of you.

Yeah, it is tough.

Ken Mason was your pal, too, wasn't he?

Yeah.

Was he married?

No. He was living with his mother.

Must be pretty tough on her.

Sorry, fellows. I'll see you later.

Hello, Mrs. Mason.

They... They wouldn't let me see him.

It's awful hard to believe. It happened so quick.

Why, only this morning...

Please...

Please don't talk about it now.

Anything I can do? Could I get you something?

No. No, thank you. Not now.

Maybe some brandy.

How is the poor, dear soul?

If you mean Mrs. Mason, she's feeling bad.

Oh, well, she has every reason to.

Do you know what? They wouldn't even let her see him.

Her only son.

Yes, I know.

I told her she'd every right to insist on seeing him.

I told her I would, and she as good as told me to get out.

Me that was only trying to help the poor, dear soul.

I think you can help, if you'd tell me where I could get some brandy.

It doesn't seem to be in here.

You come with me, young man.

It just happens that I have a little in the house.

Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Mason,

but we're looking for a guy named Barry Kane.

Do you know him?

He isn't here right now, is he?

They told us at the plant we might be able to find him here.

Well, what do you want to see him about?

He's in pretty bad trouble, lady.

What is it? I'd like to know.

He was mixed up with that fire at the factory.

I... I don't understand.

There are a lot of things we don't understand, either.

But how is Barry involved in it?

That fire extinguisher. It seems it wasn't just an accident.

It turns out that the extinguisher

Barry Kane handed your son was filled with gasoline.

You ought to be able to help us.

Give us a lead on this guy Kane.

Yeah. That's why we want to look around.

Well...

Why...

I can't talk about it now.

Yeah. Sorry, but, you see, there was a...

I wouldn't give her too much of that if I were you,

because it very often makes people weepy.

I know it affected me like that...

Yes, Mrs. Moore, I've got to hurry back.

Thank you very much.

Try some of this, Mrs. Mason. It'll make you feel better.

There were two detectives just here.

They were looking for you.

For me?

I guess they want to ask me some more questions.

I said that I'd do anything I could to help.

Here. Try, please. No.

That wasn't it.

They wanted to arrest you.

They said that the fire extinguisher

that you handed to Kenneth was filled with gasoline,

that you killed him.

That I killed... Why, are they crazy?

Why would I want to do a thing...

Why, Ken was my best friend! Haven't they talked to Fry?

Haven't they asked him about the extinguisher?

They said that there was no such man employed at the plant as Fry.

Why, I saw him! I saw him twice!

Ken saw him, too! He was right there with us at the fire.

He handed me the extinguisher. Ken said, "Don't I get to play, too?"

He was kidding. I handed it to him.

Fry was right there with us. I'm sure!

Why, he must have known there was gasoline in it.

He must have known! He stood right there with us and watched, the...

Please go.

Don't you believe me?

Do you think I had something to do with this?

I didn't tell the police anything.

Oh, I don't know!

It's all so confused and so terrible.

I don't know what they're talking about!

Why don't they get this fellow Fry?

You'd better go.

All right, I'll go.

I've got to get Fry. I've got to find him,

or Ken won't be the last one to die.

He must be in there. I saw him go in the back way.

Catchy.

What?

That tune you're whistling.

Oh, I didn't even know I was whistling.

That's a sign you must be pretty happy.

Easy to see there's nothing on your mind.

Oops. That must have been Junior. It felt like him.

Junior? Yeah, that rock we just got.

I know every one on the road from Los Angeles to Reno.

Tough job, driving a truck.

Got any other hot news tonight?

I guess I never realized how tough it was before.

The tough part, you can take that.

It's the monotony that gets you.

I've been thinking for a long time

I'm gonna get out of this trucking game.

Why don't you?

One of the neighbors told my wife

it's stylish to eat three meals a day.

You married?

Nope.

Go ahead and whistle.

That thing bother you?

What's doing it?

Here, stick this wad of paper in there, will you?

It's a pretty good thing to have around one of these extinguishers.

I wouldn't be without one. Now, take the other day.

A big lettuce truck turns over right down the road here.

The gasoline catches and she goes up like a matchbox.

A fellow riding, a friend of the driver's, gets caught in it.

If the driver hadn't had an extinguisher,

his pal would've been fried alive right in front of his eyes.

I didn't see it happen. I never see anything happen.

I don't even hear about anything,

except what my wife tells me what she sees in the moving pictures.

That's the way she spends the money, moving pictures and new hats.

Buys a new hat so she can put it on to go to the picture shows,

so she can take it off.

No, sir. I haven't got anything to whistle about.

Where're you from, bud?

Los Angeles.