Dial M for Murder1954

C.A. Swan:
Where's the nearest police station?

Tony Wendice:
Opposite the church, about two blocks away.

C.A. Swan:
Suppose I walk over there right now.

Tony Wendice:
What would you tell them?

C.A. Swan:
Everything.

Tony Wendice:
Everything? All about "Mr. Adams" and "Mr. Wilson"?

C.A. Swan:
I'll simply say that you're trying to blackmail me into...

Tony Wendice:
Into?

C.A. Swan:
...murdering your wife.

Tony Wendice:
I almost wish you would. If Margot heard that, we'd have the biggest laugh of our lives.

C.A. Swan:
Aren't you forgetting something?

Tony Wendice:
Am I?

C.A. Swan:
You've told me quite a lot tonight.

Tony Wendice:
So what about it?

C.A. Swan:
Suppose I tell them about the time you followed her to that studio in Chelsea and watched them cooking spaghetti and all that other rubbish. Wouldn't that ring a bell?

Tony Wendice:
It certainly would. They'll assume you followed her there yourself.

C.A. Swan:
Me? Why should I?

Tony Wendice:
Why should you then steal her handbag? Why should you then write her all those blackmail notes? Can you prove you didn't? You certainly can't prove I did. It will be a straight case of your word against mine.