 You, this two-timing dame, and the phony Steve Yeager get the lights blown out here and now. Steve, no, please. I had it figured out for a long time, Doc. You and the dame get it with my gun. Then while you're dying, you give it to Whitman here with your gun. Anyway, that's how it's going to look to the cops. You're going to make them think Dave is you? That he killed Doc? That's right. It's going to look swell on the tabloids. Doc can tell they're fooling around with Steve Yeager's girl, and who walks in but Steve. You'll never get away with it, Yeager. Why won't I?