Under Suspicion
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1:02:00
said you'd been coming around
for months.

1:02:02
Jesus Christ, Victor,
she's in the next room.

1:02:04
I'm talking about street hookers,
needle users, crackheads...

1:02:08
not high-class call girls.
1:02:11
Curb crawlers, for God's sake.
1:02:14
My God. That old carotid artery
is pumping like gangbusters.

1:02:18
God damn you.
1:02:23
Chantal can't hear you,
not with the door closed.

1:02:27
- Unless I turn the speaker on.
- Please.

1:02:43
She was blond.
1:02:47
Obviously peroxide,
being Hispanic.

1:02:52
She would truly have been beautiful
without all that makeup.

1:02:58
- I never knew her name.
- Do you miss me, huh?

1:03:02
Yes, you do.
1:03:05
I left my sister-in-law's house...
1:03:08
to have sex in an alley
with a prostitute.

1:03:14
I be a good little girl
for you. Little girl.

1:03:19
I finished myself off...
1:03:21
drinking any goddamn thing
I wanted at the Sunshine Cafe.

1:03:27
A whiskey.
1:03:41
What do you think? That I'd
spend my life banging on my wife's--

1:03:47
my wife's door?
1:03:51
I'd find a substitute...
1:03:56
someone just the opposite
from Chantal.


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