I put him in a cab and went back
to look for Mitch.

- And ran right into me.
- You ought to know.

You came up to Samuels' apartment
even though you saw police cars?

Well, how did I know they had
anything to do with Samuels?

You're just a bunch of hick cops here.
You won't pin anything on Mitch.
Not in 100 years.

I'm sorry.
It's just that I'm worried sick
about Mitch.

Did you have some sort of
an argument with Samuels?

What was there to argue about?
His liquor was good. Everything was okay.

You'd never met him before?
No. I told you, I just met him in the bar.
I never even seen him before.

- You sure?
- Well, sure, I'm sure.

Of course...
...seen a lot of guys like him.
- Like what?
- Oh, you know...

...guys that played it safe during the war.
Scrounged around keeping
themselves in civvies.

Got swell apartments, swell dames.
You know the kind.

I'm not sure that I do. Just what kind?
Oh, you know...
...some of them are named Samuels.
Some of them got funnier names.
You'll be at the Stewart Hotel?
Sure. I got nowhere else to go.
I'm sponging a bunk from one of the boys.
Coming, Keeley?

There are one or two more questions
I'd like to ask Sergeant Keeley.

He ought to look at a casualty list.
There are a lot of funny names there too.

I said Monty was illiterate.
Said he ought to read.

- I was just philosophizing.
- I'm not interested in philosophy.

I'm trying to solve a murder.
Mitchell was in a strange mood tonight.
You admit that.

He left Samuels' apartment
intending to come back.

We arrive and find Samuels
beaten to death.