FALLON: That's right. Now, will you just sit over there, and as
I read the numbers, you write them down.
KELLY: Mr. Parmelee made a note of the numbers, Mr. Fallon.
FALLON: I know. I want you to identify them too.
KELLY: I can do that. I saw him mark them.
FALLON: Good. And if you saw these bills in the next five minutes you'd be able to swear they're the same bills you gave me?
KELLY: Sure. (Starts towards door.)
FALLON: Wait a minute. Sit down, Kelly. (KELLY seats himself in Morris chair, holding his hat between his knees.) Kelly, this hotel engages you from the Pinkertons to stay around the place, and—protect the guests?
KELLY: Yes, sir.
FALLON: Well, there's a man downstairs thinks he has a claim on this money. Now, I'd like you to wait in that bedroom and listen to what he says with a view to putting him in jail.
KELLY: Blackmail, Mr. Fallon?