Gittes: Something else besides the death of your husband was bothering you. You were upset, but not that upset. Mrs. Mulwray: Mr. Gittes. Don't tell me how I feel. Gittes: Sorry. Look. You sue me. Your husband dies. You drop the lawsuit like a hot potato all of it quicker than the wind from a duck's ass. Excuse me, uh. Then you ask me to lie to the police. Mrs. Mulwray: It wasn't much of a lie. Gittes: If your husband was killed, it was. This could look like you paid me off to withhold evidence. Mrs. Mulwray: But he wasn't killed. Gittes: Mrs. Mulwray. I think you're hiding something. Mrs. Mulwray: Well, I suppose I am. Actually, I knew about the affair. Gittes: How did you find out? Mrs. Mulwray: My husband. Gittes: He told you? [She nods yes] And you weren't the least bit upset? Mrs. Mulwray: I was grateful. Gittes: Mrs. Mulwray, you'll have to explain that. Mrs. Mulwray: Why? Gittes: Look. I do matrimonial work. It's my métier. When a wife tells me that she's happy that her husband is cheating on her, it runs contrary to my experience. Mrs. Mulwray: Unless what? Gittes: She was cheating on him. Were you? Mrs. Mulwray: I dislike the word cheat. Gittes: Did you have affairs? Mrs. Mulwray: Mr. Gittes. Gittes: Did he know about it? Mrs. Mulwray: Well, I wouldn't run home and tell him every time I went to bed with someone, if that's what you mean. Is there anything else you want to know about me? Gittes: Where were you when your husband died? Mrs. Mulwray: I can't tell you. Gittes: You mean you don't know where you were? Mrs. Mulwray: I mean I can't tell you. Gittes: You were seeing someone too. For very long? Mrs. Mulwray: I don't see anyone for very long, Mr. Gittes. It's difficult for me. Now, I think you know all you need know about me. I didn't want publicity. I didn't want to go into any of this then or now. Is that all? Gittes: [After nodding yes, he remembers to ask one final question, holding up the envelope with initials "E C" for a return address] Oh, by the way, uh, what does this C stand for? Mrs. Mulwray: Cr...Cross. Gittes: That's your maiden name? Mrs. Mulwray: Yes. Why? Gittes: No reason. Mrs. Mulwray: You must have had a reason to ask me that. Gittes: No. I'm just a snoop. ... Gittes: OK, go home, but in case you're interested, your husband was murdered. Somebody's been dumping thousands of tons of water from the city's reservoirs and we're supposed to be in the middle of a drought. He found out about it and he was killed. There's a waterlogged drunk in the morgue, involuntary manslaughter if anybody wants to take the trouble - which they don't. It seems like half the city is trying to cover it all up, which is fine by me. But Mrs. Mulwray, I goddamned near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think that you're hiding something.

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