don't_ask
raze
early
this
morning
,
while
it
was
still
dark
outside
,
i
turned
on
the
television
in
time
to
catch
the
last
few
minutes
of
"
the
killers", robert siodmak's 1946
film
adaptation (
more
of
an
expansion
,
really
)
of
ernest hemingway's
short
story
of
the
same
name
.
not
having
seen
enough
of
the
movie
to
really
know
what
was
going
on
,
the
bit
that
stuck
with
me
was
ava
gardner
pleading
with
her
dying
husband
to
exonerate
her
from
a
crime
she
was
involved
in
as
he
sucked
on
his
last
cigarette
and
bled
out
through
a
bullet
wound
in
his
gut
.
a
police
lieutenant admonished
her
:
"
don't
ask
a
dying
man
to
lie
his
soul
into
hell
."
such
words
they
used
to
put
in
actor's mouths.
when
film
critic
pauline kael coined
the
phrase "
the
visceral
poetry
of
pulp
",
she
might
as
well
have
been
talking
about
this
kind
of
dialogue
.
they
just
don't
write
film
noir
like
that
anymore
.
130415
...
Risen
And
I
won't
ever
tell
130416
...
unhinged
if
you
don't
really
want
to
know
130416
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
