Born to Kill Page #4

You can serve me by finding the rat|who killed poor Laury.

She had the best time of anybody|I ever knew, that Laury Palmer.

Just hearing her tell about her doings|was all the fun I had left in life.

So now whoever did her in|is gonna get his. I'll see to that.

You realize, of course, Mrs. Kraft, that|this will be a particularly difficult case.

I have had no opportunity to inspect|the scene of the crime or evidence.

I have none of the advantages|enjoyed by the police.

- I know all that.|- So under these circumstances...

...I cannot promise you anything|but effort.

- That is, if I'm retained.|- You're retained, so hop to it.

First, there is a slight|monetary transaction.

How much?

Five hundred dollars|should retain me nicely.

Five hundred?|You think I'm a millionaire?

Laury Palmer left you her house|and quite a nice bit of money.

How do you know?

I'm a detective. Remember?

- What about the Fifty-Two Club?|- Remember the New Year's we spent there?

- I certainly do.|- You had order after order of crepe suzette.

That was my New Year's resolution,|to have my fill of crepe suzette.

The poor little man, he almost burned|the bottom out of the chafing dish.

A gentlemen to see you, Mrs. Brent.|A Mr. Wild.

Oh, ask him to come in, please.

- Hello.|- Hello there.

I didn't expect you.

- I was at loose ends, thought I'd drop by.|- How very nice.

This is my sister.|Georgia Staples, Sam Wild.

- How do you do?|- How do you do?

And Fred Grover, my fiance.

- Hello.|- Hiya.

Mr. Wild and I came down from Reno|on the same train.

- Won't you sit down?|- No, thanks. I see you're going out.

- There's no hurry.|- Except that I'm so hungry...

...I can hardly stagger around.|- No matter what, Fred has to eat.

You know, I think that indicates|a deterioration of the moral fiber.

Perhaps it's a compensatory thing.|You know, lack of emotional satisfaction.

I'll be running along. Nice to meet you.

Why don't you ask Mr. Wild|to come with us, Helen.

- Thanks. I don't wanna barge in on a party.|- It's just the three of us.

As a matter of fact,|I'm the, quote, "extra woman," unquote.

You'd be saving me|from that hideous fate.

Mr. Wild undoubtedly has other things|to do, Georgia.

Why, no. Strangely enough, I haven't.

Well, then, let's go.|Get your paraphernalia, girls.

Well, Helen, you just missed|a thing in Reno.

- Quite a horrible murder.|- Close to where you were staying.

- Have they any idea who did it?|- No. No, not yet.

- It's a gruesome picture.|- That's what sells papers.

Go on and get your things. You can|lap up the juicy details when you get home.

Wonder why women|are so fascinated by murder.

Much more so than men.|You ever noticed?

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