Eddie Bartlett:
You always said you were going to take real good care of me, didn't you George?
George Halley:
Wait a minute Eddie, I can explain!
Eddie Bartlett:
Here's one rap you ain't gonna beat!
[
fires twice]
[
last lines]
Panama Smith:
He's dead.
Cop:
Well, who is this guy?
Panama Smith:
This is Eddie Bartlett.
Cop:
Well, how're you hooked up with him?
Panama Smith:
I could never figure it out.
Cop:
What was his business?
Panama Smith:
He used to be a big shot.
Panama Smith:
I think you're a pretty decent guy. I like to talk to decent guys. They're hard to find.
Panama Smith:
Things have been pretty tough, haven't they?
Eddie Bartlett:
They could be tougher. A guy in the cell with me was talkin' about bumpin' himself off. Until I get around to that, I'm doin' all right.
George Hally:
I always say, when you got a job to do, get somebody else to do it.
Panama Smith:
I'm sick of watching you try to put out that torch you carry for her with a lot of cheap hooch. Who does the kid look like?
Eddie Bartlett:
Like her.
Panama Smith:
And they got a nice house.
Eddie Bartlett:
Yeah, it's a nice house if you like that kind of a house, but for me, uh, I'll take a hotel anytime. You know that.
Panama Smith:
Me too. Ain't it funny how our tastes have always run the same? Ever since the first time we met. I can just picture you living in the suburbs, working in a garden, raising flowers and kids. Wouldn't that be a laugh.
Eddie Bartlett:
Yeah, wouldn't I look cute?
Eddie Bartlett:
One thing, Lloyd. They tell me your boss is building a case against our old friend, George.
Lloyd Hart:
The case is already built, Eddie.
Eddie Bartlett:
Yeah, well, you remember what he said would happen if you ever told what you knew about him?
Lloyd Hart:
I remember.
Eddie Bartlett:
So does he.
Eddie Bartlett:
I trust my friends.
[
Walks off]
George Halley:
That guys a sucker. I don't trust any of my friends.
Panama Smith:
The feeling's mutual, George. They don't trust you either.
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