:09:00
Decorate these rooms yourself,
Mr. Peterson?
:09:03
No. I brought a fairy over
from Albuquerque. He did it.
:09:08
I couldn't do this.
I'm colorblind.
:09:21
-There's been a fire in there.
-What?
:09:24
-Don't touch anything.
-No, sir.
:09:27
Jesus Christ, what's
he been doing in here?
:09:30
My Lord.
:09:35
This look like
teeth marks to you?
:09:38
Well, maybe.
:09:40
-Teeth marks?
-Yeah, I think so.
:09:47
You got a hell of an imagination,
Raymond. Let's go.
:09:53
Got this John Doe
up your butt now, don't you?
:09:56
Going to drive us crazy
trying to figure it out.
:10:00
Ruin my Saturday afternoon
in front of the TV.
:10:03
Guy's in trouble, in a motel
room with half a million. . .
:10:08
. . .scared, writing on everything,
making desperation calls.
:10:13
He covers his trail: burns his
clothes, swallows that paper.
:10:18
That happens in the morning,
and he's dead by noon.
:10:21
Maybe that piece of paper
wasn't digested.
:10:28
Intestinal gases. The ever-loving
death fart of a warthog.
:10:34
All we got are two names:
"Goodman" . . .
:10:36
. . .and a date written on
a fast food wrapper. . .
:10:39
. . .kind of looks
like an appointment:
:10:41
"Noreen. "
Who the hell is Noreen?
:10:45
Ease off. You're as persistent
as a dog with two dicks.
:10:57
You'll owe me for this one.
Promise you that.