Hearst:            Quit your Goddamn knockin’.  I’m comin’.  (The pounding continues, Hearst opens the door.  It’s Charlie Utter.) 

Charlie:          Casket’s come with your name on it.

 

Hearst:            Why tell me in the middle of the night?

Charlie:          Body’s inside.

Hearst:            Evidently not mine.

Charlie:          I’d as soon make delivery.

Hearst:            You’ll find out where when I decide.  Good night.  (He starts to close the door, Charlie stops it with his foot.  Hearst opens it again, glaring at Charlie.)

Charlie:          I don’t like your tone of voice.

Hearst:            Who are you, Mr. Utter, for me to care what you like or don’t?

Charlie:          I’m the guy that the next time you see me, you’d better take a different fuckin’ tone with.  (Hearst chuckles.)

Hearst:            Given what’s in store, I’m not sure I’ll ever learn what price I’d have paid for not complyin’.

Charlie:          Oh, I guess someone lookin’ hard might could find you in there somewheres, peekin’ from under the covers to make a fuckin’ threat.