Murder, My Sweet
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:04:00
You're a private eye?
:04:03
That's right.
:04:07
I'd like you to look for somebody.
:04:11
I'm closed up, pal. Come around
tomorrow, and we'll talk about it.

:04:14
I looked for her where she worked...
:04:17
but I've been out of touch.
:04:19
Okay. Tomorrow.
:04:29
I'd like to show you where she worked.
:04:36
Okay. You show me where she worked.
:04:39
This way.
:04:43
The joint looked like trouble,
but that didn't bother me.

:04:46
Nothing bothered me.
:04:47
The two twenties felt nice and snug
against my appendix.

:04:51
I tried to picture him in love
with somebody, but it didn't work.

:04:55
They changed it a lot.
:04:57
There was a stage where she worked,
and some booths.

:05:01
Pink flowers was in the slatwork.
:05:04
She was cute as lace pants.
:05:07
A redhead.
:05:10
Eight years since I seen her.
:05:13
Six she didn't write,
but she'll have a reason.

:05:16
- What's she do, sing?
- Yeah.

:05:19
Let's you and me go up
and nibble a couple.

:05:40
Boss.
:05:54
- Whiskey. Call yours.
- Whiskey.

:05:57
You never heard of Velma?
:05:58
Look, Joe, I'm sorry about your girl.

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