:33:27
Hey there.
:33:35
- What's the matter? What is it?
- Get a doctor, quick. Call the police!
:33:47
I hope you get out of it all right.
:33:49
Thanks, lady. Good night.
:33:52
Good night.
:34:05
- Hiya, Nick!
- Lf it ain't Nick Charles.
:34:07
Nicky, pal, how's tricks?
:34:09
- You certainly got on the spot quick.
- How come you beat us here, Nick?
:34:12
We took a shortcut. Don't let us
keep you, boys, if you're busy.
:34:15
- We've got plenty of time.
- So you've got plenty of time, huh?
:34:19
Why, you anemic pack of bloodhounds,
there's been a murder.
:34:21
Rigor mortis is setting in,
and you lounge here gabbing!
:34:24
Come on, upstairs!
:34:27
Well, folks, here we are again,
and here's another murder.
:34:30
Say, did the Irish Thrush win?
He's my cousin.
:34:32
Either I'm dreaming,
or I've lived through this before.
:34:35
- I meet you at all my homicides.
- We won't be at this one long.
:34:38
Maybe not, but a friend of yours will.
:34:41
Two newspapermen just had it out.
One of them is now dead.
:34:45
The other is Paul Clarke.
:34:47
Paul? Come along, Nick.
:34:50
I don't know what happened.
We had a fight. I was knocked cold.
:34:53
You were knocked cold? I suppose
Whitey's just taking a nap in there.
:34:57
- I didn't kill him.
- Hey, come back here, you!
:34:59
- Paul, I thought you'd been killed.
- You shouldn't have come.