Murder, My Sweet
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:02:05
Want to make a statement?
:02:08
Boys tell me I did a couple of murders.
Anything in it?

:02:13
You got a rope under my ears?
:02:15
I think you better let me have it.
:02:17
I'll have to hold it on you,
but I think you better let me have it.

:02:20
Okay, Dowling. Bring in your notebook.
:02:26
We're all set.
:02:27
- The works?
- Yeah.

:02:30
Some of it you know. If I misquote you...
:02:32
Let's get it on the record,
from the beginning.

:02:35
With Malloy, then.
:02:38
It was about 7:00. Anyway, it was dark.
:02:41
- Why were you at the office that late?
- I'm a homing pigeon.

:02:44
I always come back to the stinking coop
no matter how late it is.

:02:47
I'd been peeking
under old Sunday sections...

:02:49
for a barber named Dominic
whose wife wanted him back. I forget why.

:02:53
I only took the job because my bank
account was trying to crawl under a duck.

:02:58
And I never found him.
:03:00
I just found out all over again
how big this city is.

:03:04
My feet hurt.
:03:05
And my mind
felt like a plumber's handkerchief.

:03:08
The office bottle hadn't sparked me up...
:03:10
so I'd taken out my little black book
and decided to go grouse hunting.

:03:15
Nothing like soft shoulders
to improve my morale.

:03:20
The soft shoulders had a date,
but she thought she could fix that...

:03:24
and was going to check right back.
:03:27
There's something about the dead silence
of an office building at night...

:03:31
Not quite real.
:03:33
The traffic down below was something
that didn't have anything to do with me.

:03:50
I seen your name
on the blackboard downstairs.

:03:53
Yeah?
:03:56
I come up to see you.

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