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Louis Simo:
Sad day, huh, boys? Tell you what's even sadder: calling it suicide when it's really murder. Why would the cops do that?

Funeral Reporter #1:
Sing us a new song, Simo.

Louis Simo:
What, you don't love me anymore? Two months ago, somebody drained all the fluid out of George Reeves's break lines. Almost bought it right then. Coincidence, right? I mean, LAPD don't make mistakes. Huh, Paterson? What's the truth? Huh, boys? Who wanted him dead? You guys might be lazy, but nobody said you're dumb.

Funeral Reporter #2:
I need some names.

Louis Simo:
What, you want me to write it for you, too?

Funeral Reporter #1:
Hey, you got a story or not?

Louis Simo:
You want names? Ask this guy. [Gestures to Howard Strickling] . He's got the names. Names, pictures. What's he doing here? MGM never cut Reeves a check in his life. Huh? Come on. Do some work, will you? Hey, cameraboy. Lift the f***in' camera, will you? There you go. Say cheese.