Henry Beckman credited as playing...
Sheriff Simkins
- Sheriff Simkins: Well, hello, Mannix.
- Joe Mannix: Sheriff. Is this a raid?
- Sheriff Simkins: No. But, uh, if it had been, I'd have come a little earlier and caught myself a fish.
- Joe Mannix: Well, your timing could have been better.
- Sheriff Simkins: [laughs] Well, sorry about that. But, uh, business goes on as usual, you know. At least, mine does.
- Sheriff Simkins: [takes out a notepad from his coat pocket and reads what's written] Uh, Joe Mannix, private investigator, license number 13007. Crop dusting just a hobby with you, or, uh, is the detective business falling off?
- Joe Mannix: Let me ask you a question, Sheriff. You run a check on every visitor to Carpenter?
- Sheriff Simkins: Uh, just about. Clint, Sr. put me onto it. You know, he didn't like meddling strangers. So, I thought I'd give Clint, Jr. the same service. What about it, Mannix?
- Joe Mannix: Well, I was, uh, hired by the Winters Crop Dusting Service to find those two missing pilots. Well, you said yourself you didn't get anyplace with it, so maybe it's time for an outsider.
- Sheriff Simkins: Well, what I mean is we haven't been able to prove anything, but supposing I was to tell you that there is one party who'd be tickled silly to see Clint, Jr. lose his tail. Of course, proving that he's working at it is something else again.
- Joe Mannix: Sam Maturian.
- Sheriff Simkins: [chuckling] Boy, you sure do work fast, don't you?
- Joe Mannix: Yeah, fast enough to know there are people around here who'd swear by him.
- Sheriff Simkins: Fast enough to know that he figures he's the rightful owner of a good-sized chunk of the Carpenter spread? Huh? Yeah, that's right. All that acreage out there in orange trees. Now all he does is dig irrigation ditches around them.
- Joe Mannix: Well, uh, that does change things a little.
- Sheriff Simkins: It certainly does, doesn't it? Well, I'm, uh, willing to give you all the help I can, you know, but, uh, keep your head down. Oh, uh, by the way, that perfume...
- Sheriff Simkins: [sniffs] ... it's kind of special. I wonder what Junior would think if he knew that his wife was visiting a man in his motel room at this hour of the night.