Cape Fear Page #5

What did the vet say?

- That he was poisoned.

- Poisoned?

What kind of poison?

- I don't know what kind of poison.

- Jesus! I told you not to let him out.

- I didn't let him out!

- Then how?

Stop!

I've got an English setter myself,

so I don't cotton to dog killers.

Trouble is, poisoning a dog is just a fine.

But if he's unemployed,

he has to have money...

...or we'll bust him for vagrancy.

We'll give him a full-body strip search.

Jerk a knot in his tail.

All right.

They got so many ways on the books

to lean on an undesirable.

He'll feel about as welcome

around here as a case of yellow fever.

- Hands against the wall.

- Spread them.

- That him?

- Face the wall.

One-way mirror, Mr. Bowden.

He doesn't know you're here.

Yeah, that's him.

Get the shirt off.

- Come on, hurry up.

- Just pass it over to him.

- Hand it to me.

- Knock off the shoes.

Hand them to the other officer.

Pass them to him. Come on.

Put the arms out.

Put your arms out straight.

Roll your palms.

Do what he says.

Turn around, slow.

I don't know whether

to look at him or read him.

Stand still.

One more step for you.

You know the routine.

Against the wall.

We searched his apartment.

Car registration and everything's in order.

There's no guns or any other weapons.

But we found these.

Cady's savings account.

$30,000?

Yeah, his mother died

while he was serving.

The farm got sold off.

He got the proceeds.

He's got money.

Where does that leave us?

At the very least, we nail him

for the dog. What happened?

You let the dog out. Cady abducted him.

We didn't let the dog out.

Cady came into your house?

That's illegal entry with intent.

But he didn't come in the house.

I'm not a cop.

I don't know exactly how he did it.

I just know that he did it somehow.

That's not good enough, Mr. Bowden.

You're a lawyer.

You damn well know that.

Get off the pants.

Sooner or later, he's gonna screw up.

The sheriff assured me

that they always do. He's an ex-con.

He's going to get the message

in no uncertain terms.

I'd still like to kill him.

How come you didn't join up with them?

You can tap.

You can tap dance.

I wanted to once, but I don't know...

- Son of a b*tch.

- What?

- He's staring at you.

- What are you talking about?

What the hell are you doing?

Hot as a firecracker on the 4th of July.

- You're damn lucky to have her, boy.

- You son of a b*tch.

Where did he go?

Watch my arm. It might be broke.

What's with you? You have no right

to be pushing me around like that.

I was just watching the parade.

I wasn't pranking on nobody.

What are you getting so upset about?

You're lucky I don't sue you.

All right.

- Settle down.

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