- How am I doing?
- Not bad.
- Scared?
- No.
Oh, no, you're not scared
of anything, are you?
Not too much.
- This fog gets me.
- That's your hair in your eyes.
Oh.
What does the speedometer say?
65
I'm gonna make 80
and wipe that grin off your face.
I don't like gentlemen
who grin at me.
- A cop.
- What?
A policeman
is chasing us. Look.
Oh, they make me sick.
He wants to talk to you.
Drunken driving. My second offense.
Now I go to jail.
Whole family in jail.
Who cares?
Havin' a time to yourself,
aren't you?
People like you
ought to be in bed.
- Drunk, huh?
- Just a minute, officer.
No arguments, mister.
You ain't got a leg to stand on.
Sorry, but you didn't speak up.
- That's all right.
- Sure you can handle her?
- No trouble.
- Well, you oughta know.
Where's the ticket?
He didn't give me a ticket.
What was your name?
Devlin.
When you showed that cop
something, he saluted you.
- Did he?
- I saw him.
Why, you double-crossing buzzard!
You're a cop!
All right, we'll argue later.
Get away from my car!
Get out of my car!
- I'm gonna take you home.
- You're not gonna take me home at all!
- Ooh!
- Move over.
- Come on.
- Ow!
Get out of my car,
federal cop!
Crashing my party, just like
that buzzard with the glasses!
Leave me alone! You're trailing me
to get something on me.
Get... out!
Gonna calm down?
Good. Now, move over.
Oh.
L... I'm not gonna le...
Whew!
You'd better drink that.
All right.
Go on, drink it.
Finish it.
Feel better?
What do you care how I feel?
You... You copper.
What's this all about, huh?
- What's your angle?
- What angle?
- About last night.
- Just wanted to be friends.
Friends, yeah.
So you could frame me, hmm?
- No, I've got a job for you.
- Oh, yeah? Don't tell me.
There's only...
Ohhh.
There's only one job that
you coppers would want me for.
Well, you can forget it, Mr...
- Devlin. Devlin.
- What?
I am no stool pigeon,
Mr. Devlin.
My department authorized me
to engage you to do some work for us.
It's a job in Brazil.
Oh, go away.
The whole thing bores me.
Some of the German gentry who were
paying your father are working in Rio.
Ever hear of
the I.G. Farben Industries?
I tell you,
I'm not interested.
Farben has men in South America,
planted there before the war.
We're cooperating with the Brazilian
government to smoke them out.
- My chief thinks
that the daughter of a...
- Of a traitor?
Well, he thinks you might
be valuable in the work.
They might sort of trust you.
And you could make up a little
for your daddy's peculiarities.
- Why should I?
- Patriotism.
That word gives me a pain.
No, thank you.
I don't go for patriotism...
or... or patriots.
I'd like to dispute that with you.
Waving the flag with one hand
and picking pockets with the other.
That's your patriotism.
Well, you can have it.
We've had your bungalow
wired for three months.
"Conversation between John Huberman
and daughter Alicia,
: p.m., January
at Miami Beach, Florida."
Some of the evidence
that wasn't used at the trial.
- I don't want to hear that.
- Relax, hard-boiled, and listen.
...money in it, Alicia.
I told you before Christmas
I wouldn't do it.
You don't use your judgment.
You can have anything you want.
- The work is easy.
- I'll not listen, Father.
This is not your country, is it?
My mother was born here.
We have American citizenship.
Where is yourjudgment?
In your feelings, you are German.
You've got to listen to me.
You don't know what we stand for.
I know what you stand for!
You and your murdering swine.
I've hated you
ever since I found out.
My daughter,
don't talk to me like that.
Stay on your side of the table!
- Alicia, put your voice down.
I hate you all.
And I love this country.
Do you understand that?
I love it.
I'll see you all hanged before
I'll raise a finger against it.
Now, go on and get out of here,
or so help me, I'll turn you in.
Don't ever come near me or speak to me
again about your rotten schemes.
