Suspect Zero2004

Benjamin O'Ryan:
[having sat across from Speck without his notice] What's in the case?

Harold Speck:
[looks up, startled] I'm sorry?

Benjamin O'Ryan:
You're always lugging that case around. I'm curious. What do you sell?

Harold Speck:
I'm in restaurant supplies. I'm-I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.

Benjamin O'Ryan:
You must travel a lot, huh? Whole country or just hereabouts?

Harold Speck:
I-I don't mean to be rude, but, uh...

Benjamin O'Ryan:
How's your wife feel about it?

Harold Speck:
What?

Benjamin O'Ryan:
She must get lonely, you gone all the time. Does she?

Harold Speck:
Look, I...

Benjamin O'Ryan:
Do YOU get lonely? You miss f***ing her, Harold?

Harold Speck:
Look, I don't know who you are, but you can't just sit down...

Benjamin O'Ryan:
[holding a drawing up on the table for Speck to see] Did it myself. Kind of a hobby. Take a look at these pictures, Harold, and you tell me if you see anything you want. I've got lots more. Would you like to see them?

[He holds up another]

Benjamin O'Ryan:
Tell me, those jokes about the traveling salesman and the farmer's daughter, are they true?

[He holds up another; Speck goes white]

Benjamin O'Ryan:
Here, this one's my *favorite*. Really says it all. Wouldn't you agree?

Harold Speck:
You are sick.

[Speck gets up from the table and leaves]

Benjamin O'Ryan:
It's a matter of opinion.