D.O.A. Page #8

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- So he tells you.

- It's true.

Stopped by for a little

Christmas cheer yesterday, didn't you?

What if I did?

Jealous husband

pushes Nicky off the roof...

so angry wife serves him

a Christmas Mickey.

Next morning he wakes up

with a tummy ache,

so he gets a little checkup...

and fiinds out he was murdered.

So he drops by for

one last bang-up marital spat.

- Murdered?

- Thematically, a little dated...

but the prose style holds up.

- What do you mean, murdered?

- That stuff you swallowed.

That's not too easy to come by.

Somebody took a lot of trouble

to get a hold of that.

It's true, Dex. You ran out before

we had a chance to discuss this.

Of course,

there's a variation on the theme.

Maybe Lang poisoned you,

you pushed him, then killed your wife.

Or it could go the other way.

They wanted to kill you.

You wanted to kill them.

Everybody wins.

- Or everybody loses.

- I already told you who killed my wife.

Oh, right,

the invisible man.

Well, just because I didn't see him

doesn't mean he wasn't here, idiot.

- Careful, Cornell. You're upset.

- You're damn right I'm upset.

I fiind out I'm a murder victim

and a suspect all in one goddamed day.

- Look, he's sick.

He should be in a hospital.

- First, we read him his rights.

- Cornell's under arrest.

- This will ease the pain, Dex.

- Mr. Cornell, you have the right

to remain silent--

- Careful!

- Get back! Get back!

- What are you doing?

- Easy, Dex!Jesus! Look.

You're getting off to a fiine start.

- Cover the back!

First you're resisting arrest.

Now you're taking a hostage.

- Sorry. Don't have time to stand trial.

- You're gettin' in deeper.

-Just hold it.

- Stay out!

- Think it over, Cornell.

- Don't come in here! Please!

- He'll do it! He will!

- Now, just come on out here.

You're digging yourself a grave.

- Back off!

- Thanks.

- For Christ's sake, back off!

With a rebel yell

she cried more, more, more

Wow

In the midnight hour, babe

More, more, more

With a rebel yell

More, more, more

He lives in his own heaven

Collects it to go from the 7-1 1

Well, he's out all night

to collect a fare

Just so long, just so long

it don't mess up his hair

Don't scream!

God, you scared me!

What are you doing here?

- I needed to see you.

- Yeah?

Okay, okay.

One minute. One sec here.

Okay.

Oh, yeah. It's kind of stupid,

isn't it? Freudian slip.

Get it?

It's for the carnival tonight.

I thought it was either this

or Pavlov's dog.

- But then I thought,

''How can I go as a dog?''

- Why did you murder me? Huh?

- What are you talking about?

- You tell me, Sydney with a Y, huh?

You sit in my class anonymously

for months. Not a peep.

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