D.O.A. Page #7

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Well, what are you gonna do?

Are you gonna give me

a stomach pump or something or what?

- What?

- Well, you got an antidote for it?

This will help you.

Thank God I came to see you, Elaine.

I thought I had the flu.

There's not gonna be any, uh,

permanent damage from this, is there?

- I've given you some sodium Amytal...

- Yeah?

to help relax you.

Dex.

This poison has been absorbed

into your system.

Even if there were an antidote,

it's too late for it.

''Too late'' meaning what?

There's nothing we can do.

- How long?

- It depends.

- How much was ingested, the systemic

conditions of the individual--

- How long?

Twenty-four hours.

No more than forty-eight.

It's a mistake.

It's a f***ing stupid mistake.

I wish it were.

I need a drink.

Of course.

I've arranged a room for you here.

You'll be comfortable.

I guess the police should be notifiied.

Sh*t. Come on.

Come on!

Gail!

Gail!

Gail!

Gail! Gail!

Gail!

Gail! G--

Gail!

Look, I gave him a sedative.

That's why he passed out.

- I see. We'll call you if we need you.

- Thanks a lot.

Found this in your wife's hand.

We're guessing the rest of it's

this pile of ash here.

A little too hot

to be roasting chestnuts.

Here.

Come on, Cornell. You and the wife had

a tiff about the boyfriend yesterday.

Right?

- You found some love letters,

tried to burn 'em.

- Wrong.

- She tried to stop you,

only saved this much.

- Wrong.

- Things escalated,

got a little out of hand.

- Nothing got out of hand.

- Oh, you're just

deckin' the halls, huh?

- I told you why I came here--

- to talk to my wife.

- Yeah? Tell her what?

- That I'd been a bastard.

- Tell her or show her?

To apologize to her.

- And to say good-bye.

- You gave her a hell of a send-off.

Is that the best your prosaic,

petty little mind can come up with?

It's a prosaic,

petty little world, Cornell.

Yeah, well, if I'd wanted to lop off

one corner of a jealous triangle...

- it would have been

Nick Lang, not Gail.

- Good.

- That was the next question.

- That's why we're here--

to question your wife

about Lang's death.

- Heard it came as a shock to her.

- What are you saying?

Nick Lang didn't jump off any roof.

He was pushed.

Lot of scuff marks on the roof. Nicky

was dragging his heels about going over.

Plus his apartment got broken into

sometime yesterday afternoon.

- What does that have

to do with anything?

- Not sure.

Nothing seemed stolen.

Maybe someone was lookin' for him.

-Maybe someone found him.

-Dex was in the offiice when it happened.

Did you, uh, see him there?

Look, this is bullshit.

Come on!

At the time of Nick's death...

Dex didn't even know

they were having an affair.

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