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one. Then another, and another. More moans.
INT. GITTES' OFFICE
shiny desk top.
bites into the blinds.
Gittes doesn't move from his chair.
can't eat the Venetian blinds,
Curly. I just had 'em installed on
reaches into his desk and pulls out a shot glass, quickly
more expensive whiskeys.
desk toward Curly.
-- Down the hatch.
(drinking, relaxing a
She's just no good.
What can I tell you, Kid?
You're right. When you're right,
you're right, and you're right.
You're absolutely right, I wouldn't
give her another thought.
You know, you're okay, Mr. Gittes.
I know it's your job, but you're
breathing a little
Thanks, Curly. Call me Jake.
Thanks. You know something, Jake?
What's that, Curly?
I think I'll kill her.
INT. DUFFY & WALSH'S OFFICE
noticeably less plush than Gitte's. A well-groomed, dark-
with the veil on her pillbox hat.
to this personally -
(almost the manner of
-- If you'll allow us to complete
our preliminary questioning, by then
he'll be free.
perspiration on his desk.
They don't kill a guy for that.
Oh they don't?
Not for your wife. That's the
I'll tell you the unwritten law, you
dumb son of a bitch, you gotta be
rich to kill somebody, anybody and
get away with it. You think you got
that kind of dough, you think you
got that kind of class?
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