- [first lines]
- Frank Collins: [writing at his typewriter] Jack Quartermaine knew he was a dead man. Nah, nah, nah. Jack Quartermaine THOUGHT he was a dead man. Jack Quartermaine FEARED he was a dead man. Suspected? Imagined?
- Jack Quartermaine: [to the camera] Come Frank, make up your mind...
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