Dial M for Murder1954

C.A. Swan:
Smart, aren't you?

Tony Wendice:
No, not really. I've just had time to think things out. Put myself in your position. That's why I know you're going to agree.

C.A. Swan:
What makes you think I'll agree?

Tony Wendice:
For the same reason that a donkey with a stick behind him and a carrot in front always goes forwards and not backwards.

C.A. Swan:
Tell me about the carrot.

Tony Wendice:
One thousand pounds, cash, to be placed in an account under your name. That ought to appeal to you — you've been skating on some very thin ice.

C.A. Swan:
[evasive] I don't know what you mean...

Tony Wendice:
You should. It's been in all the papers. A middle-aged woman found dead in her London flat of a drug overdose. Apparently, she'd been taking the stuff for quite some time, but no-one seems to know where she got it. [smiles] But we know, don't we? Poor Miss Wallace.