"We're not. It's code."
"Code! You're kidding. I don't believe it."
Fink nodded. "Say you're in my office being questioned. One of my associates walks in and he doesn't know who you are. I have to warn him to be careful what he says. Instead of calling him by his first name I call him Mister. That's the tip-off."
"I'm flattered. You make me feel like a deputy."
"If you're worried about next Sunday why don't you keep the public out of your theater?"
"How do you know I'm not a crook, Bob? Why'd you teach me your code?"
"Any friend of Ned's."
"No. Honestly."
"You know everybody in your business, don't you?"
"Practically."