(Startled) Mr. Ham . . . ? (Breaks off) What do you want, Mr. Cranston? 
(Pauses) I never heard of the place in my life. What’s your racket anyway?

(Cuts in angrily) I don’t know how you slipped in the back here, but slip out the same way! 

(Angrily) Who do you think you are . . . breaking into a girl’s apartment? . . . 
Look, the last time I saw him, he was with you. Why don’t you keep track of your friends?

No! No, it wasn’t me, honest! I’ll tell you all I know about it. . . . Tommy had come into the club once or twice before. This night he was drunk, and he insisted I leave with him. So I took him to Lusardi’s and then home. As we got off the elevator, he handed me his apartment keys and asked me to open the door. I had just opened it when . . . (Breaks off as . . . )