suicide

Detective Doug Johnson: The deceased woke up, joined his guests for approximately half an hour, returned to bed. No sign of forced entry or physical struggle. The Luger, found there, on the floor. Heavily oiled, no prints. He kept it in the nightstand. The slug, there.

[Points at the hole in the roof]

Detective Doug Johnson: . And the casing on the bed, underneath the body.

Louis Simo: You want to explain to me how a man can shoot himself and end up on top of the shell?

James Engelman: Is this your strategy, Mister Simo? To impune the laws of physics?

Louis Simo: There are no prints on the gun. What, did he wipe it clean after putting that hole in his head?

Detective Doug Johnson: Fingerprints aren't automatic. Certain conditions have to be present.

Louis Simo: Did you question the people in the house?

Detective Doug Johnson: They all signed sworn statements.

Louis Simo: Forty-five minutes to call the cops, that's plenty of time to come up with some bogus story. But you got sworn statements!

Detective Doug Johnson: Are you accusing me of something?

Louis Simo: Was Reeves checked for powder burns? It's a suicide shot to the temple - where's the burn?

Detective Doug Johnson: When a gun is discharged directly against the ...

Louis Simo: The coroner never checked! He didn't notice the bruises on the body either - which, by the way, aren't automatic, OK? Certain conditions have to be present. Like, maybe a fight with a guy who's about to... cause your expiration.

[Jack Paterson notices two more gunshot holes in the floor]

Louis Simo: Since when do suicides miss twice, lay down a rug, and start over? Is that normal? Just asking.

Louis Simo: Sad day, huh, boys? Tell you what's even sadder: calling it suicide when it's really murder. Why would the cops do that?

Funeral Reporter #1: Sing us a new song, Simo.

Louis Simo: What, you don't love me anymore? Two months ago, somebody drained all the fluid out of George Reeves's break lines. Almost bought it right then. Coincidence, right? I mean, LAPD don't make mistakes. Huh, Paterson? What's the truth? Huh, boys? Who wanted him dead? You guys might be lazy, but nobody said you're dumb.

Funeral Reporter #2: I need some names.

Louis Simo: What, you want me to write it for you, too?

Funeral Reporter #1: Hey, you got a story or not?

Louis Simo: You want names? Ask this guy.

[Gestures to Howard Strickling]

Louis Simo: . He's got the names. Names, pictures. What's he doing here? MGM never cut Reeves a check in his life. Huh? Come on. Do some work, will you? Hey, cameraboy. Lift the fuckin' camera, will you? There you go. Say cheese.