Rear Window1954

Lt. Doyle:
You didn't see the killing or the body. How do you know there was a murder?

Jeff:
Because everything this fellow's done has been suspicious: trips at night in the rain, knifes, saws, trunks with rope, and now this wife that isn't there anymore.

Lt. Doyle:
I admit it all has a mysterious sound. Could be any number of things - murder's the least possible.

Jeff:
Well, don't tell me he's an unemployed magician amusing the neighborhood with his sleight-of-hand. Now don't tell me that.

Lt. Doyle:
It's too obvious, a stupid way to commit murder in full view of fifty windows? Then sit over there smoking a cigar, waiting for the police to come and pick him up?

Jeff:
Officer, go do your duty. Go pick him up!

Lt. Doyle:
Jeff, you've got a lot to learn about homicide. Why, morons have committed murder so shrewdly it's taken a hundred trained police minds to catch them. That salesman wouldn't just knock his wife off after dinner and toss her in the trunk and put her in storage.

Jeff:
I'll bet it's been done.

Lt. Doyle:
Most everything's been done - under panic. This is a thousand to one shot. He's still sitting around the apartment. That man's not panicked.

Jeff:
You think I made all this up, huh?