Tonight's a long time ago.
I wouldn't be able to remember.

- You'd remember Mitch.
- Why? He have two heads or something?

You danced with him out in back
of where you work in a sort of garden.

You gave him your key
and told him your address.

- He told you he was here with me tonight?
- Yes.

He lied to you. If he was here,
I didn't know about it.

And I don't know where you got
my name and address.

I can't tell you anything else.
You'd better go now.

- What do you want?
- I wanna talk to you.

- What's your name?
- Are you a cop or something?

- What's your name?
- I don't like cops.

Nobody likes cops.
- What's your name?
- Virginia Tremaine. Why?

- Where are you from?
- From here.

- Before you were from here?
- Pennsylvania. Wilkes-Barre. So what?

- What do you do?
- I work.

- Where?
- At the Red Dragon.

What's wrong about working there?
That make me a criminal?

Does that give you the right to bust into
my house and ask me a lot of questions?

Is that where you met Mitchell?
That's where I meet a lot of people.
I never heard of Mitchell.

- You live here alone?
- Sure.

- Is there something wrong in that?
- The police won't hurt you. He promised.

- All we want you to do is to tell the truth.
- Sit down, Virginia.

Now, about Mrs. Mitchell's husband...
He's in pretty deep, Virginia.
Looks like he killed a man, maybe two.

Mrs. Mitchell doesn't think he did,
but that's only natural.

I know he was here. He told me.
That doesn't matter now. Never mind me.

- We've got to think of him.
- Oh, brother! Listen to that.

"Never mind me.
We've gotta think of him."