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The clip Getting Drunk from Touch of Evil (1958) with Orson Welles

Hank, I've been looking for you in every bar in town.
Yeah, I've been in half of 'em:
only here, on the wrong side of the border.
I never drink on my own beat.
Bartender, give him some black coffee, quick.
I don't need black coffee.
He's called a meeting.
A meeting?
Vargas, at his hotel.
Motel?
No, right here. Across the street.
Well, I don't need any coffee. Not yet.
Not yet?
This is a swell time to be gettin' fried, I must say.
My job's over, Pete.
You ought to be workin' on Sanchez.
Listen, Hank.
Vargas is telling the chief and the D.A. that you planted that dynamite.
He was a fool.
They're takin' him seriously. They came to him.
No, I mean Sanchez. Dynamite's no way to kill.
Did I ever tell you the smart way to kill?
Sure. Strangling.
Mm. Clean. Silent.
You told me all that.
That's how my wife died.
Finish that coffee.
I don't usually talk about my wife.
Never when you're sober.
She was strangled, Pete.
I know, I know.
Binding cord. She was workin' up at the packin' plant. The killer had it right to hand.
Smart. You don't leave fingerprints on a piece of string.
Bartender, what do I owe you?
That half-breed done it.
We all knew that, but I was just a rookie cop.
La cuenta.
Four seventy-five.
I followed after him,
eatin' my heart out tryin' to catch him.
But I never did.
Then in some mud hole in Belgium the good Lord done the job for me... 1917.
Pete, that was the last killer that ever got out of my hands.
Where're you goin' now?
To Senor Vargas' meetin'. He wants to fight dirty, okay.
That's the kind of fight he's gonna get.
Perhaps...