(Cuts in) Don’t blame the driver. It’s my fault. I told him he had to stop you. 
I’m sorry. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I was desperate. I just have to talk to you, Mr. Cranston. 

I’ve been calling you every hour for the last two days. And I’ve been cruising around, trying to keep a watch on both your apartment and Miss Lane’s. That’s how I spotted you just now. . . . Look, let’s get down to facts. My name is Tommy Hamlin. . . . Maybe you’ve heard of me. 

I know it wasn’t. That’s why you’ve got to help me. Alice was happy. . . . Oh, I know what the columnists said, but just the same, we were happy. When I left town the end of last week, she didn’t have a worry in the world.

Huh? Oh yeah, I know it . . . a nightspot run by Hugo Kirk. If you know Kirk, I understand you can do a little gambling in the back.
(Tries to laugh it off) I never drink ordinarily. . . . But this is something of an emergency.

(Gulps it down) Ah-h! (Becoming a bit intoxicated) Now look, Mr. Kirk, I got a little proposition for you. . . . It would be better if nobody knew where Rose and I went that night. Matter of fact, nobody does know except a couple of people. . . . 

(Intoxicated) Hey, bartender! . . . where’s the phone booth? . . . Oh, I see it. 

(Cuts in) He’s not here, is that it? This is his place, and you’re waiting for him. . . . All right, I’ll wait for him too. And when he comes, we’ll have a little talk . . . with this!
(Violently) I’m going to take care of you right here and now! And when Cranston comes in . . . (Breaks off as . . . )

(Cuts in) But you’re not going to get me. (Fading off mike, almost sobbing) You’ll never get me.