Manhattan Murder Mystery

At the hockey game.
LARRY: Come on.
CAROL: What?
LARRY: You promised to sit through the entire hockey game without being bored and I’ll sit through the Wagner opera with you next week.
CAROL: I know, honey, I promised. I know.
LARRY: I already bought the earplugs.
CAROL: Yeah. Well, with your eyesight I’m surprised you can see the puck.
[…]

House’s apartment.
[…]
PAUL: Now, let me show you a mint 1933 airmail. Very rare... and very beautiful.
LARRY: Yeah.
PAUL: Look at that. And this plate block is quite unique because it has a flaw in the engraving. See if you can see it.
LARRY: Uh, it’s hard for me.
PAUL: Actually I’ll give you a little hint. Right down here in the corner.
LARRY: That tiny thing there?
PAUL: Interesting, yeah.
LARRY: Ah, you have a really...
PAUL: That makes it quite valuable, you see. And I just got a commemorative set of issues that are going to be quite valuable, too.
LARRY: Yes.
PAUL: Look at the color, right there. All these are gonna become a real f...
LARRY: Well, listen... we’re probably keeping you up, right?
PAUL: Oh, no-no-no. This is wonderful.
LARRY: I should be going…
[…]

Lipton’s apartment
LARRY: Jesus, couldn’t you keep the conversation going a little longer in there? I was signaling you frantically.
CAROL: I was just trying to be neighborly.
LARRY: Neighborly? If this guy showed me his stamp collection one more time... I mean, my favorite thing in life is to, you know, look at canceled postage.
CAROL: Oh, come on, Larry. It was sweet. They, you know, they’re looking forward to their anniversary.
LARRY: Oh, and I’m looking forward to seeing that Bob Hope movie. I don’t know why they put it on so late.
[…]
House’s apartment.
NEIGHBOR: Sh-She’s dead.
LARRY: She-she’s dead?
CAROL: Dead?
NEIGHBOR: They’re giving Mr House a sedative right now. He’s running around like crazy. […]
LARRY: We just met her last night.
NEIGHBOR: Awful, just awful.
LARRY: What happened?
DOCTOR: Well, it was a classic coronary. She just went like that.
CAROL: Is there anything we can do?
LARRY: Oh, my God.
DOCTOR: You can be good neighbors. You know, we calmed him down, uh...
LARRY: Th-Th-Th-The first time we saw them was last night. We just met them. W-We had... They invited us in for coffee.
NEIGHBOR: Such a... S... Such a nice lady.
NEIGHBOR: Nice lady.
NEIGHBOR: Sweet person.
[…]

At Elaine’s.
SY: I’ll tell you something. I think it’s weird. I mean, listen to this. One night she’s having coffee, and the next night they are carrying her out in a rubber bag.
CAROL: Oh, I know, I know. And she did not look like she was ready to go.
TED: Maybe this guy killed her, you know? Like, he’s got, like, a young tootsie stashed someplace, or something.
LARRY: No, no, not this... you gotta, you gotta see this guy. This guy gets his jollies from licking the back of postage stamps. He’s a-a boring old...
TED: Well, I can see that. Yeah, depending on whose picture is on the stamp.
CAROL: She never once mentioned that she had a heart condition.
LARRY: Well, what is she gonna say? Oh, yeah, hello, I’m Mrs. House and I have a bad heart.
CAROL: Well, she had no problem telling me about her hysterectomy in the first five minutes.
SY: It is much easier to talk about a hysterectomy than it is to talk about a heart condition.
TED: You said she liked...she liked eating high cholesterol desserts. Is that what you said?
LARRY: So, she had one too many.
CAROL: No. No! She wasn’t on a diet. We discussed diets.
LARRY: So she wasn’t on a diet. But...
TED: This would be a really great way to kill somebody.
SY: How?
TED: You clog their arteries with whipped cream, chocolate mousse, butter. They go like that.
SY: That’s great.
LARRY: […] It’s disgusting.

Lipton’s apartment.
LARRY: Oh, Christ. Hallo? Yes. Yes, of....Yes, of course you woke us. You know, not everybody’s up at one o’clock in the morning watching the porn channel. I’ll put her on.
CAROL: Who is it?
LARRY: Ted. For you.
CAROL: Ted, hi.
TED: I figured out how he killed her and made it look like a coronary. He gagged her and tied her to the treadmill, and then he turned the exercise program up to the Olympic levels.
CAROL: No, no. You know, I mean, I just think this guy is too perky. You know, I mean he’s not acting like a man whose beloved of twenty-eight years died just a few days ago.
LARRY: Jesus, are you onto that? My God, I thought you were just joking.
CAROL: Yeah, I know.
LARRY: Let me speak to him, all right?
CAROL: What? Oh. Here. Just a sec. Here’s Larr...
LARRY: Hey, listen. She was not murdered. She... she had a heart attack. It was a coronary. There was a doctor there. He said to... He was an old man.
TED: How do you know it was a real doctor?
LARRY: I’m not gonna touch that. I’m tired. I want to go to sleep. Look...
TED: Wait-wait-wait a minute, wait a minute, put Carol back on, I called about something else. […]

House’s apartment.
PAUL: Hi. How are you?
CAROL: Hi. How are you?
PAUL: Oh, my...
CAROL: These are my floating islands. I hope you like meringue.
PAUL: I love it. Come on in, come on in.
CAROL: Well, okay.
[…]
PAUL: I’ll I make some coffee. Please.
CAROL: No, no, no. Look, I’ll make the coffee. That’d be better. Let me make it.
PAUL: Oh, you’ve already done so much.
CAROL: No, no. I insist, I insist. Go on, sit down, relax.
PAUL: Aren’t you nice. […] I’d get away from here. From this place and all its memories.
LARRY: Uh uh, so you have someone to go with, or are you...
PAUL: I have a brother in Florida.
LARRY: Oh, really?
PAUL: I’m hoping he can get away for a while.
LARRY: Good. It’s a good idea.
PAUL: Do you like snorkeling?
LARRY: Snorkeling? No, no. I get nervous when brightly colored fish are staring at me face to face, you know.
PAUL: Hey, I’ve got some stamps I wanted to show you.
LARRY: Oh, stamps. Well, that’s...
[…]

Lipton’s apartment.
[…]
CAROL: Okay, just... I was in the kitchen okay? And I was making the coffee. There were no beans, so, I was looking in his cupboards, just to see, you know, and I came across this urn, okay? And I opened it and there were ashes in it.
LARRY: Ashes? Funeral ashes? Did you wash your hands?
CAROL: Larry, he had her cremated!
LARRY: How did you know it was her, for Christ’s sake? They were ashes. What, did they resemble Mrs. House?
CAROL: Oh, and who else would it be, okay?
LARRY: Anybody. Could it be, an associate, an old relative, his accountant, his cat. Who knows?
[…]
CAROL: You know, Ted’s gonna check with the funeral home, tomorrow.
LARRY: Great.
CAROL: You know what I mean? I mean, I don’t understand why you’re not, not more fascinated with this. We could be living next door to a murderer, Larry.
LARRY: Well, New York is a melting pot. You know, get used to it.
CAROL: Oh my God.
LARRY: Hey, are you okay?
CAROL: Larry. Larry, I heard a noise. I-I-I heard a noise in the hallway, so I just...I...You know, I-I looked and I think...I think Mr. House was getting on the elevator.
LARRY: Yeah? You’re sure?
CAROL: Yeah, you know, I was... I’m-I’m... almost certain that it was him.
LARRY: So-So-So what?
CAROL: Just, you know... I mean, who else could it be?
LARRY: So what? It’s not a crime. He can get on the elevator.
CAROL: I know. I know. But wh-who would it be at one-thirty in the morning?
LARRY: Oh, Jesus. I was in a deep sleep. What-What’s the difference?
CAROL: But, you mean, you know how we’re always complaining about living on the geriatric floor. Do you know what I’m saying?
LARRY: All right, so it was Mr. House. So he got on the elevator. It’s not a felony. The guy pays rent. He’s entitled. I mean, what... Can you go back to bed? This is crazy. You woke me up out of a deep sleep. I gotta get up early tomorrow morning.
CAROL: I know what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna ring him up. I’m gonna ring his apartment. I’m gonna see if he’s home.
LARRY: You’re gonna ring Mr. House, now? […] This is insane. What’s gotten into you?
CAROL: I don’t know. What is he doing? Where is this guy at one-thirty in the morning? You know what I’m saying?
LARRY: It’s not your business. He can go any place he wants.
[…]

House’s apartment.
TED: Hallo?
CAROL: Ted...I’m in his apartment. The urn is missing. It’s gone. Yeah, I think it might have been. He had this satchel last night. He was carrying this bag, and I think that might have been what he had in his satchel.
TED: Listen, I’d get out of there right away, if I were you. No, no, no. Go, go, go. We’ll do...We’ll talk more from your apartment.
CAROL: He’s not going snorkeling with his brother. He’s got two tickets to Paris, and he’s got reservations at the Georges Cinq Hotel with a woman named Helen Moss.

In the street.
LARRY: What do you mean, you snuck into his apartment? Are you nuts?
CAROL: Oh, stop being such a fuddy-dud.
LARRY: A fuddy-dud?
CAROL: Yeah.
LARRY: What are you talking about? That’s a crime. You can’t do that. You... That’s-That’s burglary and breaking and entering. But... What has gotten into you lately? For crying out loud, save a little craziness for menopause.
CAROL: It was a cinch. I took the key and I just let myself in.
LARRY: Hey, look. Do... I don’t want to... You-You’ll wind up rooming with John Gotti. You can’t do that. You can't just steal the key and then go into somebody’s apartment.
CAROL: Listen. He’s not going snorkeling with his brother, okay? Okay?
LARRY: I don’t wanna know. I don’t wanna be an accessory.
CAROL: He’s going to Paris, to a fancy hotel with a woman named Helen Moss.
LARRY: Tell Ted. I don’t want to know. Leave me alone.
CAROL: I told Ted.
LARRY: You told Ted before you told me?
CAROL: Yeah. He’s more open-minded about these things.
LARRY: Yes, I know. I’m-I’m-I’m a bore. I’m-‘Cause I-‘Cause I don’t break the law, you know?
CAROL: Yeah.
LARRY: I live within the Constitution, so I’m dull.
CAROL: Listen. Perhaps he got rid of the urn, okay?
LARRY: I-I don’t wanna hear. Leave me alone. Don’t tell me.
CAROL: He talked on the phone with a woman.
LARRY: How do you know?
CAROL: Because he... Well, he came back while I was there, you know, so...
LARRY: He did?
CAROL: Yeah, but I hid under the bed.
LARRY: You hid under his bed?
CAROL: He didn’t see me, Larry. He didn’t see me at all.
LARRY: I cannot believe this. My stomach is curdling, here I...
CAROL: He was-He was very lovey-dovey with his kind of bimbo, you know? He kept saying stuff like, you know, ‘don’t worry, it’s gonna be all right. We’re gonna be together.’ - That kind of thing.
[…]
LARRY: He could have looked under the bed and there you are. What do you...
CAROL: Yeah, but...Larry, listen. And then, listen to this. He-He called this woman back. Probably this-this Helen Moss woman, right?
LARRY: I don’t wanna know. Leave me alone.
[…]
CAROL: I thought I did a great job, and so did Ted. I don’t think a private eye could have done any better than me. I put everything back where I found it, I was very careful. I made one mistake.
LARRY: What?
CAROL: I left my reading glasses on his table…



VOCABULARY:
accessory - współwinny
accountant - księgowy
Are you nuts? - Czy ci odbiło?
ashes - prochy
bimbo - lalunia
burglary - włamanie
cinch - łatwizna, it is a cinch - to małe piwo
to clog - zatkać
commemorative - pamiątkowy
coronary - /heart attack/ zawał serca
dull - /boring/ nudny
earplugs - zatyczki do uszu
engraving - grawerunek
face to face - twarzą w twarz
felony - ciężkie przestępstwo
flaw - skaza, wada, in sth - na czymś
For crying out loud! - Na litość boską!
fuddy-dud - [fuddy-duddy] wapniak
to get one’s jollies doing sth - mieć dobrą zabawę
to get rid of - pozbyć się
He gagged her and tied her to the treadmill - zakneblował ją i przywiązał do bieżni
hysterectomy - histerektomia (wycięcie macicy)
I came across - wpadłam na, napotkałam
I insist - nalegam
I was signaling you frantically - dawałem ci znaki jak oszalały
I’ll give you a little hint - dam ci małą wskazówkę
I’m a bore - jestem nudziarzem
I’m looking forward to seeing . . . - nie mogę się doczekać, kiedy zobaczę . . .
lovey-dovey - tkliwy i czuły
meringue - beza
mint - mennica
my stomach is curdling - ściska mnie w żołądku
neighborly - [Br.E. neighbourly] życzliwy, przyjazny; dobrosąsiedzki
New York is a melting pot - a place where people from different races, countries, or social classes come to live together
perky - radosny, żwawy, dziarski; zuchwały
private eye - prywatny detektyw
puck - krążek hokejowy
to resemble - przypominać, być podobnym do
satchel - torba na ramię
save a little craziness for menopause - zachowaj trochę szaleństw na menopauzę
sedative - środek uspokajający
to snorkel - nurkować
to stare at sb - gapić się na kogoś
to stash - schować
they are carrying her out in a rubber bag - wynoszą ją w plastikowym worku
this is insane - to szaleństwo
tootsie - inf. laleczka
valuable - cenny, wartościowy
we’re probably keeping you up - zapewne chcecie iść już spać
weird - dziwny, dziwaczny
What’s gotten into you? - Co w ciebie wstąpiło?


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