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Super: He
got it? He got it, that bum?
Detective:
This is a crime scene, sir.
Super: I
just heard. He's dead, right? That no good weasel.
Detective: You
a friend of the deceased?
Super: Me,
a friend of his? Do I look like a deadbeat?
Detective: So
you're -
Super: The
super.
Detective: Right.
You have a lot of problems with this guy?
Super:
Problems? I never had anything else, since the day he moved in.
Detective: Which
was when?
Super: Six
months ago. Six months I've been wishing he'd drop dead.
Detective: You
don't say? Looks like you got your wish.
Super: And
good riddance. - Wait a minute. You don't think I had anything to do with this?
Detective: Never
crossed my mind. - Is it OK if I ask you a few questions?
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