Cady. Max Cady.

CADY.

You're Max Cady?

Come, Mr. Cady.

You know Cady.

And Cady knows that.

And you're strong, Cady.

And that was Max Cady.

Cady thinks I'm in Atlanta.

There's an excon named Max Cady.

How much do you want, Cady?

Let's strip down to your shorts, Cady.

Well, now, that's just not enough, Cady.

Your friend Cady turned up with Dave Grafton.

Cady has threatened his wife and his daughter.

There's an exconvict in town, name of Max Cady.

Pete? Pete, I want a pickup on Max Cady.

Cady sold the old family farm for 5,900, net.

Max Cady isn't a man who makes idle threats.

CADY. Has he registered here in the last few days?

But Cady can afford to go anyplace we can go.

Max Cady, what I like about you is you're rock bottom.

Now, no one blames you for being afraid of Max Cady.

That would be a sure way of tipping off Cady and Grafton.

Do you expect Cady to believe that you'd leave your family alone anywhere?

I can guarantee you that none of my officers mentioned this to anyone but Cady.

And you can bet that his friend, Mr. Cady, will be tailing me clear to the airport.

His new landlord become aware of this, in some manner, and, again, Mr. Cady was forced to move.

Look, Cady, maybe you can get away with dog poisoning, beating up on a little drifter like Diane Taylor.

I'll show you photographs of girls who got mixed up with men like Cady, and, Miss Taylor, it'll make you sick.

Just remember that there are legal ways to convince Mr. Cady that this can be a pretty poor place to live in.

The only answer to Dave Grafton, the ethics committee and all the rest of it is to show Cady up for what he is.

In a few hours, I'll be at the houseboat with Peggy and Nancy, and Cady will think that I'm sweating it out in Atlanta.

Now, if you want something on Max Cady, he's up in a room with a girl who just blew into town a few days ago.