See what I mean, Walter?
Sure. I got good eyesight.
You mean you want him to have
the policy without him knowing it.
And that means without the insurance
company knowing that he doesn't know it.
That's the setup, isn't it? Is
there anything wrong with it?
No, I think it's lovely.
Then, if some dark, wet night,
that crown block did fall on him...
What crown block?
Only sometimes it can't quite make it
on its own, it has to have a little help.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Of course, it doesn't have
to be a crown block.
It can be a car backing over him, or he
could fall out of the upstairs window.
Any little thing like that,
just so it's a morgue job.
Are you crazy?
Not that crazy.
Goodbye, Mrs. Dietrichson.
What's the matter?
Look, baby,
you can't get away with it.
You want to knock him off,
don't you?
That's a horrible thing to say.
What'd you think I was, anyway?
A guy that walks into a good
looking dame's front parlor and says:
"Good afternoon, I sell
accident insurance on husbands.
"You got one that's been
around too long?
"One you'd like to turn into
a little hard cash?
"Just give me a smile
and I'll help you collect. "
Boy, what a dope you must think
I am. I think you're rotten.
I think you're swell, so
long as I'm not your husband.
Get out of here. You bet
I'll get out of here, baby.
I'll get out of here, but quick.
(Walter) So I let her have
it straight between the eyes.
She didn't fool me
for a minute, not this time.
I knew I had hold
of a red-hot poker...
and the time to drop it was
before it burned my hand off.
I stopped at a drive-in for a bottle of
beer, the one I had wanted all along...
only I wanted it worse now, to get rid
of the sour taste of her iced tea...
and everything
that went with it.
I didn't want to go back to the office
so I dropped by a bowling alley...
at Third and Western
and rolled a few lines...
to get my mind thinking about
something else for a while.
I didn't feel like eating dinner when
I left, and I didn't feel like a show.
So, I drove home, put the car
away and went up to my apartment.
It had begun to rain outside
and I watched it get dark...
and didn't even
turn on the light.
That didn't help me either.
I was all twisted up inside...
and I was still holding on
to that red-hot poker.
And right then it came over me that I
hadn't walked out on anything at all.
That the hook
was too strong...
that this wasn't the end
between her and me.
It was only the beginning.
So at 8:00 the bell would ring and I'd
know who it was without even having to think.
As if it was the most
natural thing in the world.
Hello. You forgot your hat
this afternoon.
