I came over just as soon
as I could find a cab.

Then I called you.
- Do I have to stay here?
- No.

I'll get somebody to drive you home.
Could he have hit his head
on the table when he fell?

He could have,
but with the beating he took...

:03:22 wouldn't have made
much difference.

- Take Miss Lewis home.
- Right.

Check at the bar while you're there. They
won't know anything, but check anyway.

There were three soldiers.
She left Samuels talking to one.

Make a report for the Army and have the
provost marshal's office locate this man.

All right, Miss Lewis.
What do you want?
- I'm sorry. I must have the wrong place.
- What place are you looking for?

I thought it was this apartment.
I was looking for a buddy.

You cops?
- Has something happened?
- Tell us about this buddy of yours.

Yes, sir. Well, we was here.
He left before we did. Wasn't feeling
good. Said he'd be right back...

Who's "we"?
- Me and another buddy of mine.
- Who'd you come here with?

With these two buddies of mine
and this fella.

What fella?
This fella we met in a bar.
Was this young lady with him?
- Was she with him?
- Yes, sir.

- Is this the one who was with Samuels?
- No. It was another one.

What happened?
Somebody killed this fella
you met in the bar.

Same fella?
What's your name?
Montgomery, sir.
Were you drunk tonight?
Well, I had a couple,
but I can handle that.