In the Heat of the Night Page #5

You deaf or somethin'?

Listen, I'm get...

Keep cool, Harvey.

I'm on your side.

Well, I don't need you!

I'm all you've got.

Police?

You're a cop?

- You're a cop.

- Mm-hm.

Yeah?

So, how come they locked you up?

How come they lock up a cop?

Who said they locked me up?

How come with all these empty cells here

they'd throw me in with you? You dig?

Look.

I already told 'em.

I see this fella lyin' on the street there.

And there's this wallet lyin' beside him.

Boy, I mean, I come into

this world outta luck.

Here's the first good thing

to come my way. And I pick it up.

But when I see whose wallet it is...

I mean, I start to sweat. But I heard

about this new chief. This Gillepsbie?

Got no more smile than a turnip.

So I cut across the fields, headin' for the

line, and got myself as far as the bridge

before Gillepsbie grabbed me.

What time did you find the wallet?

Well, I ain't got no watch, but it must have

been after two, by the courthouse clock.

I'm interested in eleven to two.

Where were you?

Shootin' pool. Larry's Lounge.

I got there about ten.

- What time'd you leave?

- Closin'. Must have been one.

- Anybody can swear for you?

- Packy, Bert, Les.

Ever been in trouble

with the police before?

Come on.

I could ask at the desk, you know.

Well, they brought me in one time.

- On account of this Delores Purdy.

- On what charge?

Well, uh, this Delores, she, uh...

she's real proud of what nature

done for her, you know?

And, uh...

Well, we was on a date

up to Clarke's Point, and, uh...

she says, uh... (sniggers)

Anyway, she asks me, she says, uh...

"Don't you think I got a classy build?"

And I say "Sure."

And so she starts to show me.

But I didn't do nothin' wrong.

I just didn't stop her from

tryin' to prove her point.

Then this cop, Sam Wood,

comes chargin' outta the bush

and hauls me in.

He let you go, didn't he?

Told me not to mess with her no more.

She lives on Third, a block from me.

Traipsin' around in the altogether.

With the lights on.

Now, somebody sure oughta

make her stop doin' that.

Come here.

Let me see your right hand.

- What you doin'?

- Hold still.

(door opens)

All right now, give him

the waiver for false arrest.

(Virgil) Forget it.

I'm askin' you to sign it. Please.

Give him a pen. Give him a pen.

All right. Let him out.

You'll be able to catch the 12.10 train.

It wouldn't be a bad idea

to change the charge against Oberst.

He was nowhere near the scene

of the crime, and I think he can prove it.

- I bet you know when Colbert was killed.

- About 12.30.

- While Harvey was still shooting pool.

- Wait a minute. I'll get it.

There's cue chalk under his nails,

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