Framed By A Film

I'm a blackie, come in. Well, actually being invited into your office, Inspector, then I wasn't dreaming. You did phone and ask me to come down. I did? Blackie, um, you know anything about a warehouse on Front Street?

You wanted to call her Front Street and Bridge Boulevard, yes. I thought you did. You know anything about the safe robbery there last night? And the murder of that watchman? Maybe. Just maybe, huh? Yeah.

I'll sit down. I want to show you something. What? Never mind what? First turn out the lights and that's the sound. Oh, you want me in the dark and always in one, huh? Oh, okay, the lights are out and now what happens?

I'm gonna show you some movies. Watch the screen on the wall over there. Okay, John, turn them on. Are they good movies, Faraday? They would be. Only your enemy. Tell me what you see. Nothing very interesting.

Only myself walking toward a door. That's the door to the warehouse on Front Street. Yes, I recognize. What else do you recognize? I see a gun in my hand. I'm opening the door. It's already in.

It's dropping in the door. And shooting. Oh, that's the end of the film, is it? And the end of YouTube, like you. Turn on the lights, Johnny. Yeah. Like you, we found the Watchman's body just inside that door.

Yes, I know. I read it in the papers. You just read about it, huh? Yeah. Like you, $100,000 was taken out of the safe. And the safe that was robbed was a tough one. Only you could open it.

Thanks for the compliment. Never mind the remarks. The watchman was killed by a bullet from the type of gun you carry. And it's further proof. Somebody sent me these films showing you at the warehouse with the gun.