: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."
:58:00
Honey, I got goose bumps!
:58:03
You ever think
of writing a novel?
:58:06
And give up the newspaper game?
Never.
:58:11
Okay!
:58:15
Well, I might give it a try again.
Here's my idea.
:58:19
- Mmm.
- Male, female reporters
solve mystery...
:58:23
- fight,
- Mm-hmm.
- make up, fall in love...
:58:27
save the day,
go on a honeymoon.
:58:29
Sounds like a best-seller
to me.
:58:33
- Darling.
- Yes, my love?
:58:35
You didn't really mean it when
you said our scoundrel days
were behind us, did you?
:58:45
They are for me
if they are for you.
:58:48
All right. I promise
to go straight if you do.
:58:53
I do.
:58:57
Then I do too.