The Walls Came Tumbling Down1946

Matthew Stoker:
My name is Stoker, Mr. Archer. Matthew Stoker. This is my wife.

Gilbert Archer:
What do you want?

Matthew Stoker:
It would appear that you were well acquainted with a priest named Father Walsh, who unfortunately died last night. It would appear too that you'd paid him a visit at his rectory to discuss a pair of rare Bibles.

Gilbert Archer:
Don't tell me you believe everything you read in the papers.

Matthew Stoker:
I choose to believe this. For some time, we've been searching for two Bibles of a certain edition. Not long ago, I traced them to this unfortunate priest, Father Walsh. I'm prepared to pay a large amount of money to gain possession of them.

Gilbert Archer:
Very interesting. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm busy.

Matthew Stoker:
You are dismissing us, Mr. Archer?

Gilbert Archer:
That's the general idea, Reverend.

Matthew Stoker:
Oh. I'd hoped to find you more hospitable. Since you aren't, we will dispense with the amenities. I want those Bibles.

Gilbert Archer:
What makes you so sure I've got them?

Matthew Stoker:
We know that you had a conversation with a priest here in your apartment a few hours before he died.

Gilbert Archer:
How much?

Matthew Stoker:
Ten thousand.

Gilbert Archer:
I can't hear you.

Matthew Stoker:
Very well. Fifteen thousand.

Gilbert Archer:
I'll think it over.

Matthew Stoker:
There's no time. I want them now.

Gilbert Archer:
Don't crowd me, Reverend. I'm sensitive. It goes back to my childhood. When I went to Sunday school, men of the cloth were more polite. I don't think you're even a missionary.

Mrs. Stoker:
You don't? My dear, please show Mr. Archer your credentials. [Stoker pulls a gun out of his pocket]