Lichtmann: Mr. Kelso?
Kelso: That's what the sign on the door says, Miss. There's no need to come into the office. Miss Lichtmann. If you accept the settlement, all you need to do is sign here.
Lichtmann: I don't accept the settlement.
Kelso: What do you mean you don't accept? I think you're pushing your luck, lady. This seems to be a ridiculously generous settlement. A $200 policy with a $20,000 payout, you should...
Lichtmann: I don't want the money.
Kelso: What do you mean you don't want the money?
Lichtmann: I want you to investigate this case. I feel my friend may have been the victim of foul play.
Kelso: Okay, let me get the case file. Sounds like your friend took a hell of a fall. I'm sorry for your loss. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?
Lichtmann: Of course not.
Kelso: What basis do you have for your claim of foul play?
Lichtmann: Lou Buchwalter was a craftsman. I don't believe he would have made a roof that would collapse.
Kelso: You want me to reopen this case based on your woman's intuition? That isn't going to happen. Take the money.
Lichtmann: I've already told you, I do not want the money. There's something wrong with that house.
Kelso: You and Buchwalter weren't married?
Kelso: Then how did you become his beneficiary?
Lichtmann: We were family friends.
Kelso: You expect me to reopen this case because you come in here walking that walk? Well I'm not buying it. I think you should tell me what the hell is going on.
Lichtmann: You really want to know?
Lichtmann: We were interned together on Ellis Island. Resident alien Germans whose parents had been killed by Nazis. Do you see the irony in that, Mr. Kelso? We spent four years there.
Kelso: So the roof collapsed. Accidents happen. What exactly are you trying to achieve here, Miss Lichtmann?
Lichtmann: Exactly what I said, I want that building thoroughly investigated.
Kelso: I'm intrigued, Miss Lichtmann, I really am. But you're going to have to give me something if you want me to get involved in this.
Lichtmann: There is a conspiracy surrounding Elysian Fields and the new houses they are building. I believe your insurance company is involved.
Kelso: That's pretty heady stuff, Miss Lichtmann. Flimsy, but heady.
Lichtmann: I've told you what I know, Mr. Kelso. What are you going to do about it?
Kelso: All right, Miss Lichtmann, one final question.
Kelso: What's your address?
Lichtmann: Is that usual?
Kelso: Is there anything usual about this case, Miss Lichtmann?
Lichtmann: The address is on the letter, Mr. Kelso.
Kelso: The address, but not the phone number.
Secretary: Mr. Benson would like to see you in his office, Jack, upstairs. Come on, I'll walk you up.
Kelso: Mr. Benson? You wanted to see me?
Benson: Ah yes, Jack, I'm just trying out a new putter. I noticed Elsa Lichtmann in the lobby?
Kelso: It's the weirdest thing, Mr. Benson...
Benson: Call me Curtis, Jack, this is California.
Kelso: Like I said, Curtis. This is a very strange case.
Benson: How so, Jack?
Kelso: That lady, Else Lichtmann, is refusing a 20 grand payout.
Benson: Elsa Lichtmann is hardly a lady, Jack. She's a jazz musician. Plays at the Blue Room in Hollywood. She has a fine pair of lungs, now that I think of it.
Kelso: She's the beneficiary of this guy Lou Buchwalter. He was killed in an industrial accident working for Elysian Fields Developments. You know Elysian?
Benson: I'm familiar with Leland Monroe. We move in similar circles.
Kelso: Well, Miss. Lichtmann is making some pretty serious accusations. She says the case stinks and that something happened...
Benson: She's a very highly strung girl, Jack. "Strung out" might be a better way to put it.
Kelso: It's a pretty generous payment, Curtis. I think I should look into it.
Benson: Is there anything wrong with the paperwork, Kelso?
Kelso: No there isn't, Mr. Benson.
Benson: I didn't think so. Pay the case out and get her off our backs.
Kelso: I can't make her take the money, sir.
Benson: Deal with it, Jack. Do your fucking job. Do I have to do everything?
Kelso: No, sir, you don't
Benson: Fine, Jack. Fine. You know I have the greatest confidence in you.
Kelso: Thanks, Mr. Benson.
Valet: Your car, Mr. Kelso.
Kelso: Thanks, kid.