What's this all about, huh? What's your angle?
What angle?
About last night.
Just wanted to be friends.
Friends, yeah. You could frame me, hmm?
No, I've got a job for ya.
Oh well, don't tell me. There's only, oh, there's only one job that you coppers would want me for. Well you can forget it Mr....
Devlin.
What?
Devlin.
I'm no stool-pigeon, Mr. Devlin.
My department authorized me to engage you to do some work for us. There's a job in Brazil.
Oh, go away. The whole thing bores me.
Some of the German gentry who are 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. They're cooperating with the Brazilian government to smoke them out. My chief thinks that the daughter of a, uh...
A traitor?
Well, he thinks you might be valuable in the work. They might sell their trust to 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, nor patriots.
I could 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.
