John Sato: Somebody shot Art Malcolm and killed his bride. Unfortunate, but what does that have to do with me?
Joe Mannix: One of your cars was identified leaving the scene.
John Sato: My cars?
Lt. Bob Naylor: Acme Rental. We got the license number.
John Sato: Mr. Grant here handles my business affairs. Uh, Acme ours, Vic?
Vic Grant: Yes, it is. Those cars at Acme are parked in an open lot, Lieutenant. We've had several cases of theft lately, which we reported. Check your files.
John Sato: Just who was it that saw the car?
Lt. Bob Naylor: Lieutenant Malcolm.
John Sato: Malcolm? Everybody knows he's been on my back. He'd try to hang anything he could on me.
[presses the button on the intercom that's on the table beside him]
John Sato: Bernie.
Bernie Moss: [over intercom] Yes, Mr. Sato?
John Sato: Cigar.
[turns back to Lt. Naylor]
John Sato: Now, listen to me, Lieutenant, you tell Malcolm this time he struck out.
Vic Grant: Mr. Sato can account for the entire evening.
Joe Mannix: Okay, let's start with 9:30.
John Sato: [pointing at Lt. Naylor] I account to him, Mannix. You don't even have any right being here.
Lt. Bob Naylor: He's working with us on this case.
Joe Mannix: [Bernie walks up to Sato with a box of cigars] Hello, Bernie.
John Sato: You two know each other?
Joe Mannix: Mr. Moss and I have met before. Dark alley one night.
John Sato: Uh-huh. Well, Bernie's through with the rough stuff now that he's working for me. Right, Bernie?
Bernie Moss: That's right, Mr. Sato.
Lt. Bob Naylor: Where were you tonight?
Bernie Moss: Right here, waiting for Mr. Sato to come home. You can check.
Lt. Bob Naylor: Oh, I will.
John Sato: It's all right, Bernie.
Lt. Bob Naylor: He said you were coming home. From where?
John Sato: Vic and I were at a dinner party at the Beverly Bedford. A hundred people will tell you we didn't leave before midnight.
Joe Mannix: And you have no idea who could have been driving the car from Acme Rental?
Vic Grant: How could he? I told you, the car was probably stolen.
John Sato: Look, Lieutenant, there are a lot of clowns around who'd like to see Malcolm buried. And every one of them's got a match. Talk to them.