The Killers Page #4
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- Year:
- 1946
- 103 min
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Daughertys employed here, are there?
No, sir.
Oh. Him it is!
- Who?
- Oh, the man in 1212.
But... But his name was never Lunn.
It was, um, uh, Nelson.
That's who that is.
That's Mr. Nelson.
And you only knew him
as a guest in the hotel?
Yes, sir. Oh, but that was years ago.
The year of the hurricane.
1940, that was.
I remember because it was when
my sister's youngest was born.
was dying, Mr. Riordan?
No, Queenie. He was murdered.
Murder, you say?
How long did Mr. Nelson,
as you call him, stay here?
Well, I couldn't say exactly, sir,
but no longer than a few days.
And you never saw him before
those few days or after?
Never, sir.
Why do you suppose he made
For the life of me, sir...
Murder, it was?
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor Mr. Nelson.
Well, there's one thing
to be thankful for.
He can sleep in consecrated ground.
- What do you mean by that?
- The sin was not on his own soul.
Why did you think
he'd killed himself?
Well, sir, now maybe
I shouldn't be tellin' it.
No, go ahead, Queenie.
Well, sir, I was makin' my rounds.
I was on night duty then,
turnin' down the beds,
and I came into 1212.
Oh! It was a sight to behold!
She's gone.
- She's gone!
- Who's gone, mister?
Don't do it, mister!
Mister, don't! Please, mister.
Oh, if you did, you'd never
see the face of God.
You'd burn in hell to the end of time.
Oh, you mustn't, mister.
help me. Oh, please.
She's gone!
Charleston was right. He was right.
Charleston was right.
Atlantic Casualty, claim department.
There's your party. Go ahead.
- Good morning, Stella.
- Good morning, dream boy.
- Mr. Kenyon wants to see you.
- What about the Swede? Pete Lunn.
- Oh, my notes aren't transcribed yet.
- Uh-huh.
- You sent for me?
- What are you working on?
- The Lunn case.
- That one of those $2,500 death benefits?
- That's right.
- Forget it.
- There's a damaged freight claim...
- Ever hear of anyone called Charleston?
Charleston.
There was a petty-larceny thief. Why?
Does a green handkerchief decorated
with golden harps mean anything to you?
What are you talking about,
a green handkerchief?
Did you ever try to remember
something like somebody's name,
have it on the tip of your tongue almost,
then, just as you're about to say it,
- lose it?
- I guess so.
Well, that's how it is with me
and this green handkerchief.
- It's real silk. Whose was it?
- The dead man's.
Listen. I'm trying to
run an organization.
The number of claims piled up here...
I could use six other investigators
and still be behind.
And you're off fooling around
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