:45:00
(Woman 2) Certainly, Mr Adamson.
:45:05
(Mrs Cunningham)
l'm afraid l rather like it.
:45:09
(Joe) Hey, Eddie. You old son of a bitch.
:45:12
If it's all the same to you,
I prefer Arthur Adamson.
:45:14
Now what in the hell are you doing here?
:45:17
Had to see you
about something kind of urgent.
:45:20
Couldn't you have phoned me?
:45:22
Some things
you don't put on no telephone.
:45:24
Hey, uh, you got any booze around?
:45:31
(Bottle Clinking, Top unscrewing)
:45:35
Alright, Joseph. What is it this time?
:45:37
- (Pouring Drink)
- New freezer for your wife?
:45:41
Mother needs another operation?
Bookies threatened to kill you? What?
:45:44
Aw, come on, Eddie. You make me
sound like some kind of sponger.
:45:47
Not that I ain't grateful
for all your favours.
:45:49
- Did I ever have a choice?
- OK, OK. Here it is.
:45:53
(Sniffs)
First off, l gotta ask you a question.
:45:56
- Go ahead.
- I'm tellin' ya. No shit now, Eddie.
:46:00
Can you think of any reason why anyone
would be sniffin' around in your life
:46:05
after all these years?
:46:09
I can't think of any reason at all. Why?
:46:12
Well, there's this guy
comes around the garage today
:46:15
tryin' to locate Eddie Shoebridge.
:46:18
Claims he's a lawyer,
he's got good news for ya.
:46:20
Won't say what, or who he's workin' for.
:46:23
Calls himself McBride.
I know he's a phony the minute I see him.
:46:26
- Police?
- No way. He's a real amateur.
:46:30
I traced his license plates
with the bureau -
:46:32
Doesn't even drive his own car.
:46:37
"Blanche Tyler, 1 7 Castle Heights Road."
:46:43
- What did he look like?
- (Coughs) He's tall, thin, about 35.
:46:47
He's always got a pipe on.
Asking a lot of smart-ass questions.
:46:51
- What'd you tell him?
- Nothin'. Not a goddamn thing.
:46:55
I didn't have to. He knew everything -
:46:57
fake headstone you had me put up,
:46:59
how l tried to get you
officially declared dead.