The Leopard Man

CASTANETS RATTLE

THEY RATTLE FASTER

CASTANETS STOP

-I can do better with my teeth in a cold shower.

-She's a local.

-When the dudes come to New Mexico they want Latin glamour. It's a bad town for blondes.

-So I've noticed.

-Jerry will come up with something.

-You think he's nice?

-Why not?

-He's a good press agent and a good friend.

-Wish he'd front page for ME.

I don't mean this personally, Miss Walker, but it's ironic about you being a big star,

-while I'm a cigarette girl.

-You have talent, I get the breaks.

I hear it in every nightclub.

< SCREAM

HISSING AND GROWLING

-Get him out of here!

-Kiki, he's nothing to be afraid of.

-Out!

-Guess what I cooked up.

-Easy - ME.

I said, is Kiki just gonna walk out there cold,

in front of a bunch of gawks who want a Spanish twirler?

-No, not my client. She's gonna make a real entrance.

-On his back, I suppose?

-No, just lead him in.

-You're too good to me(!)

-You know we're a thing, but this is serious. Big competition.

-Clo-Clo?

You might strut the kitten in right in the middle of her act.

See what a picture you'd make with this for a pet.

-I could take over. Your red dress fits me perfect.

-I bet some day you'll try on my coffin.

You look awful good in that number.

The red dress?

No, the black one.

Then I'll be just like him.

CASTANETS RATTLE

LATIN MUSIC PLAYS

CROWD GASPS

(Don't just stand there, Kiki. You're on stage.)

CONSTERNATION

RATTLING

You OK?

CLANKING OF POTS AND PANS

No leopard, Chief. Nothing. We have to tackle the houses.

CLANKING CONTINUES

Hey, mister, you said 10 bucks for the loan of my cat, 225 if anything happened to it.

-Nothing has happened to it. They'll find it.

-You don't get it.

These cops banging those pans, they're going to scare my poor cat.

Cats don't want to hurt you,

but if you scare them, they go crazy.

Maybe Mr Manning would help ME.

-I don't need a leopard. I have talent.

-There's enough cats...

-Goodnight, Mr Publicity Man.

WOMAN'S VOICE: Why are you hurrying, Clo-Clo?

-Oh, it's you, faker.

-Take a card.

See what the night holds for you.

-Your cards are a joke. I wouldn't give you one centavo.

-One card, Clo-Clo, for nothing.

Faker.

Hello, Shorty.

SHE BLOWS KISSES

-Hello, Chiquita.

-Hello, Clo-Clo.

Mamasito, why can't Pedro go? I'm so tired.

- I'm too young. - If your father comes home and there are no tortillas, he'll shout.

I know what she's afraid of.

This.

And what is this?

A leopard. A lady at the El Pueblo had it on a string. It ran away. A leopard(!)

They're big!

Did you ever meet one of them yet when you went to the store for me?

Then you won't meet one this time, either. Now get out. Do as I say.

LOCK CLICKS Now, you will not come in again, not till you bring the corn meal.

SHE KNOCKS Senora? Senora Calderon?

It is Teresa, Senora - Teresa Delgado.

The store is closed. I just want a sack of corn meal.

Please, or I must go clear across the arroyo to the big grocery.

Taking off the lock, putting on the lights - it's too much trouble.

Once I close, I close. Ay, Senora!

THE WIND HOWLS

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS IN THE DISTANCE

Thank you.

Oh, the toy birds.

- You've seen them before. Couldn't chase you away when you were little. - I'd forgotten them.

I remember, Teresita. I remember the little girl

who was afraid of the dark. She shouldn't send you.

I'm not afraid. What could happen to me?

I'll pay you tomorrow.

Next time you come. The poor don't cheat one another.

< We're all poor together.

TRAIN THUNDERS PAST

< Mamasita, let me in! Let me in, let me in!

Let me in!

"Let me in! I've spent half the night getting corn meal."

It's getting closer! I can see it!

She needs someone to hurry her up. SHE SCREAMS

LEOPARD GROWLS

Wait, Teresa! I come! I will let you in!

Your mother is here. I will let you in!

< The evidence having been presented before me on this the 10th April,

< I declare that Teresa Maria Delgado died by violence resulting from the release of a wild animal.

< Death by accident.

(Sister, I want the family to have this for the funeral expenses.)

It's all right, my friend. It is the will of God.

(I'll slip them a few bucks to help with the funeral expenses.

(Don't be soft.)

An unfortunate accident.

Nobody blames you, Mr Manning. You mustn't feel bad.

Sign here, please.

You can go now, Manning. There's no way they can hold you legally responsible.

Thanks, Sheriff.

That leopard's got to be found. I'm forming a posse. Could use some help.

-I haven't done that since my matinee kid days. I rode with Tom Mix.

-On foot.

Sorry, I'm literally a tenderfoot.

-I suppose he was trying to make me feel bad.

-I suppose you DON'T feel bad(?)

Who was that man?

Oh, I don't know. A witness. He knew something about animals. Expert testimony.

-Did he have to look at the body?

-We all had to look at the body. It was awful, Kiki.

Excuse us, please.

-That card again?

-I made a mistake. It was a misdeal. I'll try once more.

It's a black card and a bad card, but not the card of the cat.

-Not the card of four-footed things.

-I saw Teresa.

I was one of the last people to see her - I was going past the house.

They went hunting for the leopard. Didn't get him.

Fools! Why don't they let Charlie How-Come hunt it? He's an Indian.

Men are ALL fools.

They like to make a big show - hunt, shout.

That bad card again?

-What did they say before the bad card came up?

-You will meet a rich man who will give you money.

You and your cards! Meet a rich man? I look for them with money.

For what was I born, if not money? You're not telling me anything.

Watch and see.

A day or a week - certainly in a month - you'll have money from a man, and then...

And then what?

I'll have to deal again. I made a mistake.

Oh, you and your mistakes!

Get out. I have to get dressed for the show,

and I don't want you putting the evil eye on me. Andale!

-You decent?

-Yes, come in.

-Well, does everybody love us? You've been gone long enough to soft-soap 20 city editors.

-Yeah.

Did you get the leopard?

It's the altitude, you hunting with a bunch of boots-and-saddle boys.

The whole town's in a state, Kiki. People huddled together like scared sheep. Nobody on the streets.

-Our first real break and we throw wild animals at the audience.

-Yeah.

Oh, let's forget it.

I'm buying a drink for a fella that was on the posse. Nice guy.

-Come along. He'll get a kick out of meeting you.

-Who is he?

-Remember this morning - Galbraith?

Just got time before the supper show.

Jack rabbits and sagebrush, sagebrush and jack rabbits.

-Thrills and excitement(!)

-No sign of the leopard?

-You're an expert on animals. Can't you tell where it went?

-To know that, you'd have to BE a leopard.

You can hardly describe me as an expert on hunting lost leopards.

I used to teach zoology in a little college back east. I gave that up.

-What do you do now?

-There's a little museum in town. I run it.

-We have some interesting exhibits on Indian art.

-Why stop teaching?

Various reasons. But why should you be interested in my dusty career?

You lead such a gay, exciting life.

Show business?

Yes, it's always fascinated me.

Once, when I was a youngster, I saw Mrs Lesley Carter in Zsa-Zsa.

-Meeting you is a real thrill for me.

-I'm hardly Mrs Lesley Carter, whoever SHE was.

I'm not much of a success around here, especially after the leopard.

-Yes, that was unfortunate.

-It was a calamity. Look.

BAND STRIKES UP

CASTANETS RATTLE

I'm next. You won't hear anything like that. I'm not popular.

-If you are as talented as you are beautiful, you have nothing to worry about.

-Thank you.

-I'd best be off.

-There's something I wanted to ask, about the leopard.

-Worried about it killing again?

-No.

-Then why did you come on the posse?

Jerry, why do you feel you must seem hard and disinterested?

You said you didn't want to come, yet you did.

-Not easy for a tenderfoot like you.

-Galbraith, where I was brought up you had to be tough.

It didn't pay to let anybody know how you really feel or think.

All right, so I feel rotten. I wanna be sure that that cat doesn't hurt anyone else.

-It's a wild animal. Do you think it prefers walls when it can get into open country?

-Sure, right.

Don't feel so concerned, Jerry.

I've learned one thing. We're like that ball dancing on the fountain.

We know as little about the forces that move us and the world about us

as that empty ball does about the water that pushes it into the air.

Don't feel bad about Teresa Delgado.

Roses are like children. Some have short legs, some have long ones.

-You can't sell it. It's a day old.

-My stomach is not a day old. If I don't sell flowers, I don't eat.

-I'll tell everyone you gave it to me. That'll be good for business.

-But bad for my wife.

My mistress, Consuela Contreras, does not have to beg for flowers.

-She won't miss one.

-Thank you.

Ssh! We'll spoil the birthday song if we wake her too soon.

THEY HUM GENTLY

# Happy birthday, Consuela

# The sun has burnt through the night

# Consuela, happy birthday Open wide your eyes and see

# Little roses of the morning

# But not as lovely as thee. #

Mamasita! Good morning, Senorita.

It is a good morning, nina. See how the sun is shining for you.

What a lovely way to wake up. It's beautiful, Cousin Felipe. Thank you for buying it.

How carefully you must have picked it.

Had you forgotten it was your birthday? I believe you had.

No. I'm so happy. So happy.

Rosita! >

Hurry now, or we'll be late for mass.

Quick, give it to me.

He will be waiting. Say that you want to take some roses to your father's grave.

At four. He'll be there at four.

The time will never pass.

You'll get a headache, Mama. If we don't do a little each day, these will never get done.

CLOCK CHIMES It IS late, isn't it?

Too late to go to the cemetery. No, I MUST go to the cemetery. It's my birthday.

I did not come into this world a middle-aged widow, Consuelita.

Everything you think and do, I thought and did before you.

You're young. I don't want you to look back on anything lacking in dignity a few years from now.

Young men will be attracted to you. They should come here to your house.

They should be introduced to you by their parents, or by Felipe, or by some other older relative.

Very well. Get Rosita and go.

Oh, Mama! I'll hurry. I'll be right back.

See you later, Senorita. You are late.

I have flowers for Father's grave. It will only take a moment.

A moment can be as short as a breath or as long as eternity. Don't linger.

The gates are locked at six.

Forgive me for deceiving Mother.

She will meet Raoul soon and everything will be as you would wish. I promise.

Raoul?

Raoul?

PIERCING WHISTLE

Let me out!

Let me out!

CAR ENGINE STARTS

CAR DRIVES OFF

Wait! Wait!

SHE SCREAMS, CAR STOPS

MAN'S VOICE: < Hello? Who's there?

Here! I'm in here behind the wall. Please help. I've been locked in.

< You wait there. I'll get a ladder.

No, don't leave me! Don't go! < You're all right. It's just a matter of a few minutes.

You'll come back? < Stay where you are.

< I'll be back before you know it.

CAR DRIVES OFF

LEAVES RUSTLE

Why?

Es el novio. Her boyfriend. Take him out of here.

It's the leopard again. Any witnesses?

Only the man that was helping her and the man he borrowed the ladder from. They found the body.

I warned her. It's all right, my friend. It wasn't your fault.

Anything else? Clues?

It's the leopard, all right. A broken claw, some black hairs.

-Claw marks on the tree.

-Must have made those getting out. They've been dug in from above.

Leaves don't fall at this time of year. Must have shaken them down.

Doc...

-Something you said...

-Yes?

-You said the leopard would head for open country.

Yes. What's that got to do with it?

Why didn't it stay here? It's got trees and bushes here.

I was talking about an ordinary wild leopard. This is different.

A caged animal, travelling around. That's why it kills human beings.

-Why?

-It doesn't know how to hunt its natural prey.

-But it doesn't...eat them.

Caged animals are unpredictable. I can't answer your question.

-It just mauls and tears them.

-There's something wrong with this.

Yes, people who want publicity at any cost. What risks they make people run.

-What agony and sorrow they bring.

-I know all that, Chief. But there's something else.

-Look...

-Robles, let him go on.

I can understand how the cat could kill the first girl. All that noise and those lights scared it crazy.

-But there was nothing to frighten it here.

-So?

-It might not be a cat this time.

I can sell you the secret of the cat's strength.

One dollar. One dollar.

I can't make a buck without my leopard, Mr Manning.

Find my cat or pay up.

Charlie, have a little patience. You don't want that cat, anyhow. It's killed two people.

No, sir.

That girl in the cemetery? My cat didn't kill her.

Cats don't go looking for trouble.

He's out in the country somewhere, hiding.

-You really think so, Charlie?

-Sure. That cat ain't mean.

For six years I feed him out of my own hand. Why don't he kill me?

At night, in the truck, I let him out of the cage. He walk back and forth.

I go to sleep. He don't hurt me.

-They all say your cat killed that second girl.

-They don't say it to me.

I'd like one of them to say it. I'd like to have you hear his reasons.

-Will you?

-Sure.

-OK, in the truck.

-Where is this man?

-Up at the museum.

-Hello.

-Hello.

-You know Charlie How-Come?

-Yes, we're old friends.

-Come to look around?

-Yes.

-I'll show you.

-Got some nice things.

-Charlie and I were talking.

-About his leopard?

-Yes.

Here's something interesting, Charlie - a stone leopard head made by your ancestors 600 years ago.

The jaguar was considered the personification of force and violence in religious rites.

Don't look like a leopard to me.

-Charlie doesn't think his leopard killed the second girl.

-Oh?

-Sure.

-He admits it killed the first girl.

-Charlie, why do you think it didn't kill the Contreras girl?

-Nothing to scare it.

-If the leopard didn't do it, what did?

-Might be a man.

-Might be, but why would a man do it?

It wasn't robbery. It wasn't a crime of jealousy or passion.

-She had no enemies.

-There's all sorts of men. I've met some funny ones.

-I understand.

Demented men, pathological cases.

-But what sort of man would kill like a leopard?

-A crazy guy.

He'd have to have access to leopard claws and hair. This is a new find.

We'd given up digging, but I tried again, on a hunch.

Hunch? That's all I've got on this thing - a hunch. It was a man.

-What sort of a man?

-I don't know.

Charlie, you know about leopards. You might have an old claw around somewhere.

-Sure.

-I'm serious about this.

-I'm only exploring your theory.

And you drink, don't you, Charlie?

-Yeah, I drink.

-And do you get drunk?

-Sure.

-Then what do you do?

-I sleep it off.

-But between the time you leave the cantina and fall into bed, what happens?

-I don't know.

You could do anything in that time.

-Charlie wasn't drunk last night.

-Yes...I was drunk last night, Mr Manning.

See? There's a suspect for you.

Come on. We'll find a better suspect.

-But the exhibits...

-Some other time.

I'm sick.

-Charlie, have a cigarette. He was only kidding.

-No, he wasn't.

I'm sick.

Claw women?

Hurt little girls?

No.

-I don't know. I want to see Robles.

-What do you want to see him for?

I want him to lock me up.

-You didn't do it, Charlie. You know you didn't.

-I DON'T know. I want him to lock me up.

Charlie, you didn't do it. Better lock me up.

-I told him, but he won't listen.

-Let me get one thing clear.

-Did Galbraith make a direct accusation?

-No, he was kidding him.

Lock me up. If I do things like that, I want to be put away.

Charlie, if it'll make you feel better, I'll put you away for a few days.

CASTANETS RATTLE OUTSIDE

Valgame Dios.

CASTANETS RATTLE

-Two men for one beat? Afraid of the big cat?

-Sure, got a family.

# Graciosa y tan bonita... #

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

-Hello.

-Well, hello there.

We ordered a half-hour ago. Let's have a drink.

I don't want one. Do you, Dwight? No, thank you.

Wanna dance, Elaine? I suppose so.

Dwight...

-Hello.

-We seem to be playing tag, or maybe hide-and-seek, huh?

-Is someone with you? Can I get you a drink?

-Sure.

Just a minute. You've ordered this, but you don't have to drink it.

Do you want it, or do you want another beer?

Two beers. Big ones.

It's taken this trip to show me what an old fool Father is.

When you marry champagne, you can't trade it in for beer.

I don't know. You mean I'm a gold-digger?

-Sure, I'm a gold-digger. Why not?

-Why not, if that's what you want?

Maybe I should forget about money, Mama, the kids, the bills, the rent,

and marry some poor dope like Carlos Dominguez and get fat.

-Who's Carlos Dom-whatshisname?

-Nobody. Boy who works in a grocery.

-Good-looking?

-Yeah.

-Nice fellow? Is...is he in love with you?

-I don't know.

Why do you ask so many questions?

What does it matter how we feel?

-Feelings don't buy houses and pay for rent and bring up kids...

-Drink your beer. Don't get so excited.

-Madame will wait at the entrance.

-Madame will have to go on waiting.

To have such a father and treat him like a poor cousin!

-For Mama and the kids.

-And for me?

-Oh, you'll get your money from your husband.

-Husband?

-Carlos Whatshisname, at the grocery.

-Did he give you a lot of money?

-Who?

-The elderly man I told you about.

He slipped up on the money.

Try it again, why don't you?

Put your wish in them.

Money?

Maybe a honeymoon.

-Cut.

-What are you doing that for?

Again.

Something black.

-Something on its way to you.

-Go on.

Let me see it.

-Don't look at that.

-Let me see it.

Death card.

Maybe not. Cards mean different things at different times.

Walk a little way with me, huh?

Well...

-see you tomorrow.

-Tomorrow.

Hey, Chiquita! Wanna lift?

-What way are you going?

-YOUR way.

-What's the matter?

-Your car...

What colour is it?

-Black.

-Get out of here! Get away from me with that!

What do you mean, "that"?

Pepita...

Pepita, tomorrow I'm going to buy you the most beautiful dress in the whole world.

You don't believe me, do you?

Wait until you see what I have, then you'll believe me.

Is that you, Gabriella?

Have you lost something?

Yes, money.

I must have lost it in the street.

Are you going out again? Why don't you stay home and rest? Gabriella?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Carlos?

TERRIFIED SCREAMS

-You sent for the state hunters?

-Yes.

-Hunters?

-Professional hunters.

-You still think it was the leopard?

-Anything to suggest it wasn't?

-The lipstick.

-Why?

-Ask Kiki.

Girls don't put on lipstick at that time unless they're going to meet a man.

Just the same, I'm going to use the state hunters. Come on, Charlie.

-Now I know I didn't hurt anybody.

-Charlie, I never thought you did.

You know a lot. You've taken a lot of fancy college courses.

What kind of a man kills like that?

-Those fancy courses were about the dead, not the living.

-Dead, then.

-In history there must have been men with kinks in their brains.

-Yes, men who kill for pleasure.

Bluebeard in France, Jack the Ripper in London.

If there were a man like that running around loose, what would he be like?

He'd be a hard man to find, Jerry, particularly if he were clever.

He'd go about his business calmly.

You've thought about this before. You know it isn't the leopard.

There you are.

Here's luck to you both in Chicago. Must be great to get out of here.

-With this place closing for the weekend, we'll get some rest.

-Good.

-What is this procession? Do they close the cafe every year for it?

-It's the big ceremony round here.

-All the cafes close. Stay for it.

-All I wanna do is get to Chicago.

Are you lucky, you two! The big buses go by my house.

I can hear the sound of their tyres on the road.

I think of Chicago, being with somebody, being a real entertainer.

Don't worry, kid. You'll get there.

This for Senorita Kiki. I call your cab.

Here we go.

-That was nice of Mr Galbraith.

-He's a nice guy.

-We ought to keep in touch with him.

-Pretty.

-It's funny. Flowers only mean one thing to me now.

-I know. Funerals.

Yes.

Jerry, these flowers weren't really meant for me.

-You mean you wanna take them by the cemetery?

-Yes. Do you mind?

And she waited here for him?

Robles said so. Raoul waited here for her, then left.

She missed him by just a few minutes.

I wonder what she thought about.

-Such a sad place.

-What do you wanna stay for? It'll make you feel bad.

-Maybe I want to feel bad.

-That doesn't make sense.

Maybe I'm tired of pretending that nothing bothers me,

that all I care about is myself and my career.

-What else do you care about, Kiks?

-You. Us.

I'm glad you care about us, Kiks.

-Those things can get lost.

-We've been so busy trying to be tough.

Confession - I'm a complete softie.

-I've been conscience-stricken ever since that leopard escaped.

-If that makes a softie, there's two of us.

-Kiki...

-Hmm?

It wasn't the leopard.

-You're positive?

-Absolutely sure.

We're not going to catch a train. We're going to catch a murderer.

-Are you sure?

-You know the answer. I want this town to be safe.

I don't know how to start. All I know is, I want to do something.

Oh...oh, Kiki. I'm out of cash. You'll have to loan me some dough.

-Didn't you take your cut?

-Yes, but I got clipped in a crap game.

-You've never lost that much before. I'm out of cash, too.

-You can't be.

-I bought jewellery from Eloise.

-That wouldn't use up your pay.

All right. I'm not ashamed of it.

-I split it two ways...

-Between the Delgados and Clo-Clo's family?

How did you know?

You did the same thing yourself?

-Must get lonely here.

-No.

I have many friends, but they don't bother me with talk.

I guess that'll hold you.

-225 you owe me.

-Have you found the leopard?

-What's left of him.

-Where was he?

North, in an arroyo, shot through the head, maybe a week ago. No good. Skin, everything gone.

-What arroyo, Charlie? How do you get to it?

-You go...

And here is Three-Tree Mesa.

-And the canyon.

-I remember it. I couldn't make it but Galbraith went ahead.

Just a moment. Miss Walker, will you sit alongside me? I can't stand, so you must sit.

Thank you, but...

-Chief...

-You think Galbraith found the leopard while on the posse.

-Yes.

Beautiful! There's no-one else like him. He's a genius in his own line.

-Galbraith knows something.

-Look, I'm not interested in what somebody thinks that somebody else thinks.

-I need facts.

-That leopard's a fact.

-Yes, and I'm taking it down to HQ.

-Don't go to Galbraith with it.

Involve the department in a slander suit? I'm in office to protect taxpayers' money, not throw it away.

Here you are, son. Come on, Charlie.

-We'll have to do it ourselves.

-We will.

Lovely face, tender smile.

That's what you see, isn't it? Blood smeared on torn rags, that's what I see.

-I know.

-At night, she calls out.

-I wake up and hear her screaming, "Raoul!"

-Take it easy, boy.

-Maybe there's something I can do.

-Have a drink.

-No. That's no good for you.

You've got to kick at something to get it out of your system.

You have nothing to fight except fate and a dumb brute animal.

I've got something to tell you. It wasn't an animal. It was a man.

A man?

Who?

I don't know, and I need your help to find out.

-Oh, Mr Galbraith, I'm so glad you're here.

-Good evening.

Do you know what this procession's all about? I've never known.

It's to remind people of the great tragedy that took place here,

so they won't ever forget that a peaceful village of Indians was wiped out by the conquistadores.

A band of monks did penance for their deaths. Hence the procession.

-That's very interesting.

-Well, I'll get on to the museum.

-Thank you.

-Help.

->

-Help.

->

-Let me out.

->

CASTANETS RATTLE

CASTANETS RATTLE IN THE DISTANCE

RATTLING ECHOES

RATTLING STOPS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

-I've disturbed you. I'm sorry.

-Miss Walker, I didn't expect anyone.

I came up to see the procession.

-I remembered your kind invitation.

-Of course, only I'm afraid you'll be cheated.

-There isn't much of a view.

-I thought they came right past.

-But there are no lights out there.

-They'll just be shadows.

-It's not so dark.

Turn off the lights. We'll see them.

-No use turning off the lights till they get here.

-They're coming. You hear them?

-MOURNFUL SINGING

-Turn off the lights.

-Wait...

-No, really. I can see them.

They're coming now.

Turn off the lights.

SOMETHING FALLS TO THE GROUND

Raoul, don't! Put that gun away! Kiki!

It's all right. I'm not hurt.

MOURNFUL SINGING

-It was you, Galbraith.

-No!

-It WAS.

-No, I tell you!

-You killed Consuela and Clo-Clo. And tonight...

-No!

-She screamed. Something frightened her.

-Consuela screamed, too.

Why did you do it? Tell me why.

Why do you accuse me? You don't know what you're doing.

You don't understand. Nobody does.

You don't know what it means to be tormented this way.

-Tormented? Why?

-I couldn't rest, couldn't sleep.

All I could see was Teresa Delgado's body - broken, mangled.

-I saw it day and night, everywhere I turned.

-You found the leopard.

I didn't want to kill, but I had to.

I heard the little girl in the cemetery, talking to the man in the auto.

When he went away, I thought I was going to help her get out. I can't remember.

I looked down...in the darkness...

and saw her white face, the eyes full of fear.

Fear, that was it. Little, frail body.

Soft skin.

And then she screamed.

(Consuela...)

SHERIFF: It's a serious charge. You'll have to stand trial for murder.

We stood here once before.

I know. Teresa.

I hated you that day. You and your flip talk. A little girl lying dead.

I know. How do you think I felt when you told me not to be soft?

Oh, Jerry, I want you to be soft.

You ARE soft inside, where it counts.

Kiki, Galbraith said something - something that you ought to know.

He said that people were like that ball in the fountain at the hotel.

That they get pushed around by things bigger than themselves.

That's the way it was with us, only we were too small to see it.

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