J.J. Bealer: [Last lines] When you get around to it, Mr. Rigby, you might call a cop.
Gibbs: Rigby, this is a very important case. Graft of public assets. War surplus racket. It means a lot to the taxpayers, and incidentally to your own record. You've been chosen because you're a good cop - if you'll excuse the expression.
Rigby: I'll excuse it, chief. It's not a dirty word by me.
Gibbs: We've discovered that a very smooth racket is being worked in some of the war surplus auctions. Private operators are purchasing huge lots of war surplus material as scrap - most of it is fit only for scrap. But, delivery is being manipulated, so that when the scrap is sent to the junk yard, surplus airplane motors are included in each lot. This scrap is being routed out to South America as ballast in freighters. That's okay as far as the scrap's concerned, but the motors are also carried. Illegally shipped out of the country. They are segregated and unloaded en route, we believe in Central America, where they're conditioned and tested, and then picked up by purchasers who are paying exorbitant prices. The men who are engineering this graft are really cashing in. No regular fees, no shipping charges, and NO income tax. Just several million dollars of illegal profits.
Rigby: Right out of Uncle Sam's hide, huh?
Gibbs: Bringing in as many motors as possible, with engine numbers intact and identifiable, is your job.
Rigby: I never knew a crooked road could look so straight. What do you suppose makes it look that way? You being around - that could be it.
Rigby: [voiceover] For a man with bad feet, Pie-Shape seemed to get around a lot.
Rigby: When I'm kissing someone goodbye, I like to know in advance. I do better.
Rigby: [voiceover] Would you rather use another word for what you're selling out? One with a fancy necktie on it, say, honor. Now, what does that mean? Honor. Same thing to everybody or different things to different people. Honor. Just a word. Say it over often enough and its not even a word anymore. Just a sound. A sound without any meaning at all.
Elizabeth Hintten: [singing] Situation wanted, Young and fancy free, Want to meet a someone, I want him just for me, I'm not a saint nor sinner, I walk the middle ground, I'll stay right on the level, Too smart to play around...
Elizabeth Hintten: [singing] Getting tired of waiting, Getting kinda blue, Situation wanted, With someone, But who?
Tug Hintten: My wife doesn't like this place. But, I like it! Its the source from which all blessings flow.
Tug Hintten: Well, don't tell me I've interrupted another tourist making a pass at you, Liz.
Rigby: I must admit it crossed my mind.
Tug Hintten: What?
Elizabeth Hintten: Stop it, Tug!
Tug Hintten: And why shouldn't he want to make a pass? But, I'll let you in on something. For anybody but me, my wife is pass proof, Mr.?
Rigby: Rigby's the name. It seems that I'm a little out of line. I didn't know that she was...
Tug Hintten: Forget it. My name's Hintten. This is Mrs. Hintten. So, how 'bout us all having a drink on that basis.
Rigby: Suits me fine. Getting a pass knocked down is thirsty work.
Tug Hintten: Beer for the tourist, Jose. The usual for me and for my wife.
José: Beer, Rum and Lemon Soda.
Tug Hintten: That's right.
José: ¡Sí Señor!
Tug Hintten: Beer, Rum and Lemon Soda. No two of 'em mix. Do you suppose that means anything?
Elizabeth Hintten: I don't know. Does anything mean anything?
Elizabeth Hintten: You know, there's a lot to be said for simply being comfortable.
Rigby: Women just like to be waited on. I'll bet Hintten spoils you rotten.
Elizabeth Hintten: Do you spoil your girl, Rigby?
Elizabeth Hintten: Of course, girls. You'd be awfully careful about getting wound up with - just one.
Rigby: That's me - careful.
Elizabeth Hintten: I'm spoiled. You're careful. We sound like a couple of Dick Tracy characters.
Rigby: You're not spoiled. You're tired and worried and drawn down fine - too fine.
Elizabeth Hintten: And you're girls? All plump and rosy?
Rigby: That was just a lot of big talk. Not girls, girl. Cute little kid, too. I was going to marry her after the war. I thought.
Elizabeth Hintten: And?
Rigby: She thought differently, apparently.
J.J. Bealer: Say, who are you protecting? A bunch of dumb taxpayers who'll get in the neck anyhow. Get smart, Mr. Rigby. Everybody grafts nowadays. That's the way people operate.
J.J. Bealer: Don't like hearing that, do you? What don't you like about it most? Knowing that Hintten's a crook or that Rigby's a cop?
J.J. Bealer: We don't want Rigby snoopin' around. We figure, you can keep him from it - one way or another.
J.J. Bealer: I'll send you a little bottle of something later tonight. It's harmless, but, a few drops of it in a drink will keep Rigby's mind off everything for long enough, anyhow. Maybe you won't have to use it. It's just in case your big brown eyes don't work.
J.J. Bealer: It's your husband's life against a cop's job.
Elizabeth Hintten: Who you are and who I am doesn't make any difference. Not to me. Not in the way I feel about you. I thought it did. For a little while I thought I hated you. I tried to. But, it wasn't any use. When you love someone, I guess it doesn't make any difference, who, what or why. You go right on loving them.
Elizabeth Hintten: I couldn't let him die. I couldn't! So, I killed everything for us instead.
Carwood: Did you think I'd leave you around to talk? You already talked enough. You've talked yourself to death!
Rigby: How was the take tonight? Good old legal tender. Remarkable what people will do for it.
Rigby: Forgive? What's forgive? An old beat up word. Who's got a right to use it. Not me.
Rigby: [voice-over narration] Can a sellout ever look good? You never thought so before, did you? What changed you? She did. But is she guilty, or innocent? You're not so sure of her now, are you? Think back: when did you first hear of her? Gibbs was briefing you, that day in Washington...
Rigby: You're involved in a government fraud. There's enough against you to get you two to five years.
Carwood: Are you arresting me? I don't think so. Law enforcement agencies of the United States have no authority on foreign soil.
Rigby: Yeah, you read the book right. *I* can't arrest you, but Rodriguez can. And Rodriguez will be in Carlotta before morning.
Carwood: Sorry I can't wait. I'm boarding a plane at midnight. I don't think I'll be seeing you, Rigby.
[heads for the door]
[holding a pistol on him]
Carwood: I'm taking that plane. I'm gonna' walk out of this room. You won't shoot. You don't operate that way. You can't.
Elizabeth Hintten: Listen to me, Bealer. If Rigby's not all right, then *you* won't be all right. I won't care then. I won't care what happens to *anyone.*
J.J. Bealer: Mrs. Hintten, where do you think you're goin'?
Elizabeth Hintten: To Rigby.
J.J. Bealer: That guy's in no condition to comfort you, sister.
Elizabeth Hintten: I'll get help for him. Tug's dying. He can't hurt Tug now.
J.J. Bealer: No... but *he* can get hurt. Now listen: you and me made a deal. He's safe as long as you keep it. My connection's got an eye on his door. If Rigby walks out, he walks out into a bullet. Yeah... if you think anything of Rigby, you better leave him be, as is. Now listen, you'll be all right. You'll get the payoff just the same. You came through!
Elizabeth Hintten: Do you think I'd take any of that money now?
J.J. Bealer: Why not? You need dough. I heard you talkin' about shippin' your husband back home. That takes money.
Elizabeth Hintten: Yes, everything takes money - living, dying... but I'll earn the money I need from now on, honestly and decently.
J.J. Bealer: Well, ya ain't said yes... but ya ain't said no.