:56:33
Mrs Brackett,
you had it all the time.
:56:43
Uh-uh-uh.
Don't touch.
:56:49
Hey, Pete, do you mind
if I kill your wife?
:56:52
As a matter of fact, I do.
Hang on, Peterson!
:57:01
Grab on!
:57:19
I got it! I got it.
:57:23
Atta girl.
:57:38
"As Vargas shouted
his final command...
:57:40
the Thin Man's eyes
measured Peterson for a coffin.
:57:43
She turned, a breath away from
the barrel of his.22 automatic."
:57:47
Poetry, sweetheart.
Absolute poetry!
:57:50
Look who's talking. "The cold metal tip
of the pistol brushed against my hair.
:57:55
I looked up at the assassin. His eyes
were empty as two holes in a mask."