:19:10
OK, boss.
:19:24
Hello, Charlie. Long time no see.
:19:27
- Spats, what are you doin' here?
- l just dropped in to pay my respects.
:19:31
- You don't owe me nothin'.
- l wouldn't say that.
:19:33
You recommended
my mortuary to your friends.
:19:36
- l don't know what you mean.
- Now l got all those coffins on my hands.
:19:39
- l hate to see 'em go to waste.
- l had nothin' to do with it.
:19:43
Too bad, Charlie.
You woulda had three eights.
:19:50
- Goodbye, Charlie.
- No, Spats, no.
:19:53
No, Spats. Please, no.
:20:01
l think I'm gonna be sick.
:20:09
All right, come on outta there.
:20:11
Come on.
:20:14
Come on.
:20:15
- We didn't see anyzhing. Did we?
- What? No. Not a thing.
:20:20
Besides, it's none of our business
if you guys wanna bump each other off.
:20:25
Say... Don't l know you two
from somewhere?
:20:28
Oh, no. We're just a couple of musicians.
:20:31
We came to pick up a car.
Nellie Weinmeyer's car.
:20:33
There's a dance tonight.
:20:36
- Come on, Jerry.
- Wait a minute.
:20:38
- Where do you think you're goin'?
- Urbana. It's about 100 miles from here...
:20:42
You're not goin' nowhere.
:20:47
- We're not?
- l don't like no witnesses.
:20:49
- We won't breathe a word.
- You won't breathe nothin'.
:20:53
Not even air.