The Man Who Cheated Himself Page #2

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Two slugs in the chest.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I saw the balcony door open.

What do we do?

I haven't anyone else.

He drove me to it.

Well, you know that, Ed.

Well, you know what

he was planning.

He was planning to murder me.

Think of something.

You know the truth.

The truth can get you 20 years.

Ed, are you going to arrest me?

OPERATOR:
Operator.

Operator, get me the

municipal airport.

United Airline.

I'm trying to locate

Mr. Howard Frazer

Flying tonight to Seattle.

Has he picked up his ticket?

Frazer?

No, it's still here.

What time is he leaving?

11:
50.

Shall I page him for you?

No, thank you.

He's probably still in town.

A chance.

Will it help me?

Oh, Ed, you won't

get into trouble.

Not if I can get him

back to the airport.

Airport?

If you set up an

alibi for himself,

It's going to work for you.

Checked his bag at the airport,

parked his car in the garage.

A parking ticket would show

he didn't use it again.

But he got killed and

robbed at the airport.

Too bad he didn't stay

in the bar instead

Of wandering around

outside in the dark.

Enough nerve to help me

down to the car with him?

The night watchman.

Private patrol.

Get my hat and coat.

Get back inside.

Take a sedative.

Whatever happens,

you don't know.

Go to bed.

Hey, wait a minute.

There's a third slug.

Don't let anyone in

that room until you've

Found the bullet hole

and covered it up.

Excuse me, do you know

whether we can reach

The main airport

buildings this way?

Could you please

tell me if we can

Get to the main

buildings this way?

Well, really.

The manners of some people.

I ask him a civil question.

He might at least have

told me he didn't know.

Heavens, look!

Look!

60-17, 60-17, 1-4-8...

Hi, Lieutenant.

Hello, Blair.

On a case, or out

for another blonde?

You sound like my brother.

Say, I hear the kid's

going to get married.

I'm going to be best man.

What are you doing here?

Looking for a green coup.

Some guy got knocked

off at the airport.

Lucky you're driving a blue one.

I could disappoint that blonde.

[HONKING]

You wouldn't do that

to me, would you?

She comes across

with bonded Bourbon.

Beat it.

You're holding up traffic.

Howard Frazer, 34, married.

2370 Del Mar.

Driver's license number Z-81976.

OK, that's it, Bill.

I'll have these checked

at the lab for prints.

Send me four copies of

the report, will you?

Sure, Cullen.

Oh, Doc, Doc... just a

couple more questions.

What about time of death?

Not less than two hours

ago, not more than four.

An autopsy might

make it more exact,

But that's the best

I can do right now.

OK, thanks.

Those blood stains

on the shirt, do you

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