:43:00
- Three Mics, Susie.
- A couple of shots.
:43:08
Look at those amazing bosoms.
:43:12
- Want another beer?
- No. Gotta go. I'm nights.
:43:16
- Give me a ride?
- Sure.
:43:19
How's that hand job coming along, John?
:43:22
We're not talking the "talk" tonight.
:43:24
No one's gonna make that dude.
:43:26
Six months investigation and the nearest
we got, we thought he was a sailor.
:43:31
- A sailor?
- Yeah.
:43:33
In and out of Frisco on the big boats.
Every lead pointed to the sea.
:43:37
Night Freddy T, John.
:43:39
How come he's suddenly so forthcoming?
:43:41
- I'd kick him in the fucking ass.
- Stop it.
:43:45
If he'd told me, I might have got
somewhere. I never heard that theory.
:43:49
He might have
the one thing I need in his files.
:43:51
Have a fucking lemonade.
Let it go.