Double Indemnity

Nino! Over here Nino!
- This is Mr. Neff, Nino.
- Hello, Nino.

- The name is Zachetti.
- Nino. Please.

Mr. Neff gave me a ride from the house.
I told him all about us.

- Why does he have to get told about us?
- We don't have to worry about Mr. Neff, Nino.

I'm not worrying.
Just don't you broadcast so much.

What's the matter with you, Nino?
- He's a friend.
- I don't have any friends.

And if I did,
I like to pick them myself. C'mon!

Look, sonny, she needed the ride
and I brought her along.

Is that anything to get tough about?
All right, Lola, make up your mind.
Coming or not?

Of course I'm coming.
Don't mind him, Mr. Neff.
Thanks a lot. You're awfully sweet.

She was a nice kid
and maybe he was a little
better than he sounded.

But right then it gave me a nasty feeling
to be thinking about them at all

with that briefcase right behind
my head and her father's signature in it.

And what that signature meant.
He was a dead pigeon.
It was only a question of time,
not much time at then.

You know that big market
up on Los Feliz, Keyes?

That's the place Phyllis
and I had picked for a meeting place.

I already had most of the plan in my head,
but a lot of details had to be worked out.

And she had to know them
all by heart, when the time came.

We had to be very careful from now on.
We couldn't let anybody
see us together.

We couldn't even talk
to each other on the telephone.

Not from her house
or at my office anyway.

So she used to be in the market
every morning about 11 o'clock buying stuff.

And I could sort of run into
her there any day I wanted to.

Sort of accidentally on purpose.
- Walter, I ....
- Not so loud.