White Murder Case

Blond, me daddy. It's got to be Blond. Or you don't want it.

Well now, Ricky, let's not go to extremes. But you did promise it to me, didn't you, Daddy? Yeah, sure. And if everything works out, you'll get it. Blond, to match your hair. In that case, my hair stays the color it is. How'd you like me a redhead, Daddy?

Oh no! I want to know where Harry sent him out an hour ago. I should think it'd want to be alone with me. You're lots of men. Look baby, go run away someplace and hide till I look for you.

I got a big deal cooking, the biggest thing I ever tried to do. I don't think too good with a dame on my mind or my lap. Get off! Well I like that. He got me smelling like a beauty parlor.

Boss I gotta talk to you. I've been waiting for you Harry, come on in. Good bye baby. Probably it for me to interrupt an important business conference. Good bye baby. Okay Ricky I'm going. That means daddy.

Just make sure it's blond will ya? Well Harry what is it? What goes on? For us. That extortion we got with Peter White is off. He's hard as a two bit pistol. I'm listening. I just trailed the guy White like you told me to.

You wanted to know everything he did today. Okay so there I am trailing him. Now where do you think he goes? How would I know? He goes right to the office of File-O-Vance, that's where.

File-O-Vance, the private investigator? Well, it couldn't be two guys with that name. And Vance is one guy I don't want to mess with. He's too smart, Boss. You know that. Sure, he's smart, Harry. But I've had this racket planned for too long to let any one guy spawn it.