Mi scusi, signora...
Posso usare il Suo telefono?
Ce I'ha di fronte.
Ha un elenco?
Sono cieca. Chieda al servizio
informazioni. - Mi scusi.
Pronto, vorrei il numero
del motel "Mirador".
Ma che significa?
- Vada.
Non ha fatto nulla!
- Su!
Chi è costui?
- Non spinga!
Oov'è Quinlan? - Fa una perquisizione.
- Che ci faccio io qui?
Oh, Hank!
- Ma insomma, irrompere così?
Che cosa abbiamo qui?
- Volevo darti il bastone.
Strano: Portando la sig. Ra Vargas
al motel, me lo ritrovo tra i piedi.
È lo zio Joe Grandi.
Perché me lo porti qui?

What're you scared of?
I'd only slap you again if you
got hysterical. Wouldn't be brutal.
Even in the old days, we never hurt
people in the face. It marks 'em up.
- We gave it to 'em like this.
- [Blow Landing, Sanchez Grunting]
- 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?
Early to tell.
Uh, that ex-convict.
- You mean out on
the highway job? Farnum?
- Maybe.
- Wait a minute.
Some dynamite was stolen.
- Yes.
- That construction crew's
working for Linnekar.
- Amigo, you're on to something.
Well, it's quite an apartment...
for a shoe clerk.
- Who pays for it? Marcia?
- What if she does?
Oh, 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, you had
to put him out of the way.
- Naturally!