The Wrong Man
Lonely Town
(Bernstein/Comden/Green)
Frank Sinatra
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James McNaught
Do you know that there comes a midnight hour when everyone has to throw off their mask ? Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked ? Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight to avoid this ?
Soren Kierkegaard
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Bert Hardy
He is doomed. He is an icon out of his time. He is a hired killer, yet he is a last emblem of honor in a shabby world of compromise. He is a man who believes in tiny adjustments to the perfect shadow cast by the brim of his hat, who exults in the flatness with which he can utter a line.
David Thomson
from Essay on Le Samourai
Criterion.com
2005
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Alex Vincent
I walked more streets listening to her voice. She was calling a name, not mine, one strange to me, but no matter how fast i walked, or in what direction, i could get no nearer her voice. It was the same distance from me in the street that runs past the Federal building in El Paso as in Detroit's Grand Circus Park, Then the voice stopped.
Red Harvest
Dashiel Hammett
1929
Funeral
Lynn Bracken - LA Confidential
