She's on her way now.
She'll be here tonight.

I still don't know what this is all about.
Why did you pick me up?

You're Mitchell's closest friend,
aren't you?

I don't advertise it.
Mitchell's other friend told us about you.
Let's have Montgomery back.
Where does Montgomery come in?
He was with Mitchell and a boy named
Floyd Bowers this afternoon in a bar.

They met a Mr. Samuels there
and went up to his apartment.

Mitchell left first but told Montgomery
he was coming back.

We were looking at Samuels' body when
Montgomery came looking for Mitchell.

You're just taking Montgomery's word
that Mitch went to this apartment?

Not entirely.
We found Mitchell's wallet there,
down behind a sofa cushion.

Where's Bowers?
Keeley. You hear all this
they're trying to pin on Mitch?

Part of it.
This is serious.
They're crucifying the kid.

- You know Mitch. He won't have a chance.
- What do you mean?

Well, I just mean that...
...Mitch is not the kind of guy who knows
the scoop on a thing like this.

He's an artist. He's sensitive.
- And you know all about things like this?
- Well, sure. Like I told you...

...I've been a cop myself. St. Louis.
Four years on the east side.
I know the score.

Then you can understand
why I need your help.

I'm not helping stick a pal of mine
into trouble.

I'm not asking you to.
All I'm asking for is facts.

How did it get started this afternoon
in the bar with Samuels?

Like always. Bunch of people in a bar.
Something happens,
you're talking to somebody.

What happened?
Leroy knocked a drink all over this...
What did you say her name was?
This Miss Lewis.

You didn't tell me about Leroy.
He's a dumb hillbilly.
A friend of Floyd's.