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.

And we find Mitchell's wallet
in the sofa.

I say Mitchell did come back.
- Some sort of an argument developed...
- I say you're nuts.

Why? Or don't you think Mitchell
could kill Samuels that way?

I don't think Mitchell would kill
anybody any way.

- You still don't know where he is?
- No.

I didn't know when I came in,
and I haven't suddenly gotten brighter.

- You don't believe he did it.
- He was there.

- So were Floyd and Monty.
- They left. Mitch said he was returning.

- According to Monty.
- To Monty.

Monty's a liar.
What makes you believe his story?

- Happens to be the only story I've got.
- Then why did you let him go?

Did I?
You don't think he's gonna lead you
to Floyd Bowers, do you?

Is that all for me?
You know where to find me.
Mitchell hasn't been here?
- What happened? Who'd he kill?
- He didn't kill anybody.

He's in trouble, but nobody knows
where he is. We gotta find him.