Lorna: Yes, hello?
Detective Phelps: Mrs. Pattison?
Lorna: Is this about my husband?
Detective Phelps: We're investigating the incident, ma'am.
Lorna: I see.
Come in, won't you?
Detective Phelps: Can you tell me what happened?
Lorna: What's to tell? He got hit by a car, and now he's dead.
Detective Phelps: You don't appear to be too upset about the fact.
Lorna: Lester and I met on a furlough in '44. We got married that weekend. People don't understand it now, but that happened a lot back then.
Detective Phelps: I see. So you probably did well to stick it out this long.
Lorna: What's that supposed to mean, mister? I think it's about time you left. I have someone here, and I . . .
Detective Bekowsky: I beg your pardon? You're going to have to run that one by us again, sister.
Leroy: It's okay Lorna. I'm Leroy Sabo.
Phelps: Well, well. Nice to see you're comforting the grieving widow, Mr. Sabo.
Leroy: All right, wise guy. Do you have any intelligent questions you would like me to answer?
Detective Phelps: You can confirm Mrs. Pattison's story?
Leroy: Lester lost at cards. He was kind of hard to control when he'd lost his temper. He turned without looking and walked right out in front of the car. It wasn't good.
Detective Phelps: What's your relationship with Mrs. Pattison, Mr. Sabo?
Leroy: We're friends. Good friends.
Detective Phelps: You expect me to believe that?
Lorna: Look, I was filing for divorce. Mental cruelty. Lester could be a mean son of a bitch.
Detective Phelps: And Lester knew about that?
Lorna: No, I hadn't told him.
Detective Bekowsky: Well, hasn't this worked out well for the two of you? I feel almost bad for busting in on this little rendezvous.
Detective Phelps: How did the car come to hit Lester?
Lorna: He walked straight into the path of an oncoming car.
PDetective helps: You expect me to believe that, Lorna? It's all very convenient.
Lorna: Gambling for Lester was like the needle for a hophead. He was yelling at me. He was yelling at the whole world. I kind of felt sorry for the driver. The poor guy had no chance.
Detective Phelps: You were arguing in the bar and on the sidewalk.
Lorna: We were always arguing. So what?
Detective Phelps: Admit it. You were baiting him, pushing his buttons. We can easily get the full story from the regulars in the bar.
Lorna: All right, Lester was playing cards out back. He lost, of course, and wanted back in. He suggested I earn the money on my back to get him a stake. That was the proposition he was putting to his so called buddies. So maybe I was a little angrier than usual. Let's just say I took exception to his idea.
Detective Phelps: The bartender said that you and Leroy were planning to go into business together. Can you explain how you'll get the money to do that?
Lorna: I have a little money saved away.
Detective Phelps: You're being economical with the truth, Lorna.
Lorna: You want to back that up, little man?
Detective Phelps: You increased the premium on Lester's life insurance. GI insurance policies have a $10,000 payout.
Lorna: It was Leroy's idea. Lester lived on the edge. He was always getting into fights, crap games, pinochle, you name it. Turns out it was good advice.
Detective Phelps: It speaks to motive and premeditation, Lorna.
Lorna: You're forgetting the hit and run, Detective.
Phelps: You and Mr. Sabo have an interesting day.
Lorna: I'm sure we will, Officer. Now if you could both just leave?
Detective Bekowsky: We're leaving ma'am. Sorry for your loss. I can see what a tough time you're having with all this.
Detective Phelps: Phelps, Badge twelve-forty-seven.
Operator: How can I help, Detective?
Detective Phelps: Are there any messages for me?
Operator: Just one, Detective, from the coroner. Message reads: Phelps, see me at Central Morgue immediately. Results of the Pattison autopsy.
Detective Phelps: Thanks for your help.
Woman: It's him, the cop from the newspapers. Oh, you awful bully!
Detective Phelps: You drive. I need to go over the case notes.
Detective Bekowsky: Where are we going?