calling it suicide when it's really murder. Why would the cops ...
Louis Simo: Sad day, huh, boys? Tell you what's even sadder: calling it suicide when it's really murder. Why would the cops do that?
Funeral Reporter #1: Sing us a new song, Simo.
Louis Simo: What, you don't love me anymore? Two months ago, somebody drained all the fluid out of George Reeves's break lines. Almost bought it right then. Coincidence, right? I mean, LAPD don't make mistakes. Huh, Paterson? What's the truth? Huh, boys? Who wanted him dead? You guys might be lazy, but nobody said you're dumb.
Funeral Reporter #2: I need some names.
Louis Simo: What, you want me to write it for you, too?
Funeral Reporter #1: Hey, you got a story or not?
Louis Simo: You want names? Ask this guy.
[Gestures to Howard Strickling]
Louis Simo: . He's got the names. Names, pictures. What's he doing here? MGM never cut Reeves a check in his life. Huh? Come on. Do some work, will you? Hey, cameraboy. Lift the fuckin' camera, will you? There you go. Say cheese.