Crossfire Page #2

Look, Finlay, this sort of life

doesn't bother some soldiers.

Doesn't bother me much.

I haven't seen my wife for two years.

When I do, maybe we'll pick up again.

Maybe we won't.

But I don't worry about it now.

Mitchell isn't like that.

Mitchell isn't tough.

He needs his wife.

I called her and told her what I thought:

She ought to hop a plane and come

down here and cheer him up.

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...

...l'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.

He came in with Floyd,

but he didn't stay long.

Go on.

Well, like I said, we was talking.

I was worried about Mitch.

What's the matter, Mitch?

What's eating you?

- Nothing's eating me.

- Let's go. Nothing's gonna happen here.

Sit still. The idea is to sit still.

You don't meet people by going

in and out of one bar after another.

- I'm sorry, I...

- It was an accident.

You silly hillbilly.

Why don't you look what you're doing.

You'll have to forgive Leroy.

Leroy's from Tennessee.

He just started wearing shoes.

- Apologize to the lady.

- I said I'm sorry.

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