Woman: I didn't like the look of him but Candy has some funny friends.
Earle: This Candy broad must be as sweet as she sounds, all the gentlemen callers.
Carlo: Give it up, bitch! He's gone and fucked both of us and you know where he's hiding.
Phelps: Sounds like we're ...
Phelps: This isn't going to end well for you, friend.
Earle: Out cold but breathing.
Phelps: Give her a minute and take a look around. Carlos here seems to have the same friends as Hammond. What are the odds on them all being bookmakers? Nasty weapon.
Earle: All the Italians carry them. A real man uses his fists or a gun.
Phelps: Single ticket. One way. I guess there isn't a lot for Albert in Ohio. The Ascania sails from New York. Take a seat, Miss Edwards. We have some questions for you to answer.
Candy: Look, I haven't done anything wrong.
Earle: Ever? I find that pretty hard to believe.
Phelps: Can you answer some questions now, Miss Edwards?
Candy: Sure, I've had worse. I'll shake it off.
Phelps: We're trying to track down Albert Hammond. We have reason to believe he might be in danger. Do you know where he is?
Candy: No, I don't. I'm over Albert. I haven't seen him.
Phelps: You're lying, Candy. You were in his hotel room. He came back after the fight and you weren't there. What happened?
Candy: You can't prove that I was in the room.
Phelps: How do you think we found you, Candy? You wrote your name and address on a coupon.
Candy: Look, Albert was supposed to take a fall. We were all supposed to make a little money out of it. But Albert got too goddamned stubborn, said his pride was all he had left. So I told him, shove it. Let's see his pride keep him warm at night.
Phelps: So you walked out before the fight?
Candy: Yes, I did. What's the problem? I didn't take anything.
Phelps: Do the names Harry, Mervin, or Ray mean anything to you?
Candy: Could be anybody. How the hell would I know?
Phelps: They're bookmakers, aren't they? Tell me the truth.
Candy: How the hell would I know?
Phelps: Albert wrote his winnings down on a notepad in the hotel room. We found the odds in his locker. Who has the betting slips?
Candy: That son of a bitch Albert. Everyone thought he was dumb, including me, but he beat them all.
Phelps: You're leaving town, Miss Edwards?
Candy: Yes, I'm going straight home.
Phelps: Albert is going home by boat as soon as he collects his winnings. I know you're going to meet him.
Candy: Albert is going to collect nothing. He'll be lucky if he can get out of town in one piece.
Phelps: How will you fare any better? They already believe you're in on it.
Earle: Hell, I know you're in on it.
Candy: You can think what you want, buster. I'll take my chances. I got a few errands to run and then I say adios to this dump.
Phelps: Do you want to press charges against Arquero?
Candy: Just get him out of here. That's all I want.
Earle: Get out, Carlo, you hump, and get rid of that pig sticker. You ever pull that thing on me I'll shoot you like a dog.
Carlo: That bitch knows where Hammond is. She know where my money's gone.
Earle: My money too, tough guy. I'll handle this.
Phelps: Good luck, Miss Edwards, I hope things work out for you.
Candy: Thank you. That's very kind of you to say so.
Earle: Bad people are looking to hurt Candy and yet she's not heading straight for the train station? I smell a payoff. I say stake her out, see where she goes.