I’m Hugo Kirk. You wanted to see me, I believe. . . . 
A pity. You should have tried your luck at our private casino. That room is paying heavily this evening. Here we are. . . . 

It’s fortunate I did . . . before any of my men tried to throw you out. I gathered from your appearance you had been drinking for some time. . . . 

*On the Phone*(Filter) If you’re referring to the discussion we had in this office, I’ll attend to that matter at the earliest possible moment. 
(Filter) Mr. Hamlin, I suggest you go home and to bed, and allow me to handle this matter in my own way. 

(Filter) You’re drunk, Hamlin. You aren’t able to . . . 

(Cuts in) There’s plenty of room back here. Get in before I have to use this gun! 
You’re a very predictable young man, Mr. Hamlin. So far you’ve done precisely what I thought you would. After you shot Rose, I assumed you’d go to Cranston’s place. That’s why I was waiting outside his apartment just now.

You shot her in the back from the fire escape. I’m sorry you did that, Mr. Hamlin. Rose was very dear to me. Very. . . .