The Schemer:
How did you find me?
Dennis O'Brien:
I could smell you.
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Did you ever spend ten nights in a Turkish bath looking for a man? Don't.
Elmer Lincoln Irey:
These are the six fingers of the Treasury Department fist. And that fist hits fair, but hard.
Narrator:
At last they were ready. They met on Belle Isle to quiz each other for the most important examination of their lives. They had to know all the answers. Failure to do so would mean a bad grade later on in the shape of a bullet or an ice pick.
The Schemer:
Yeah. They been giving me the cold shoulder lately. Giving me the fish-eye, kicking me around. What's behind all this?
Dennis O'Brien:
Look, I've been thinking this over. I don't go for that killing a T-Man. I don't like this set up and I don't want any part of it.
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