Murder, My Sweet
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: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.
:06:01
And I know how you feel,
but she ain't here.

:06:03
No girl's been here
since I owned this place.

:06:05
No show. No noise.
:06:07
I got a reputation for no trouble.
:06:15
She used to work here.
:06:18
You ask him about Velma.
:06:20
We've been over all that. Drink up, Joe.
:06:33
You remember Velma?
:06:35
I'll have to request
you don't bother the customers.

:06:38
So far you rate me polite?
I don't bother you none.

:06:57
Some guys has the wrong ideas
when to get fancy.


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