detective burnett.  mr. lowrey is out.
didn't mention it to me. chet holds out his hand. burnett slips him ten. chet sneaks a peek over at the car, sees julie putting on lipstick.
say. how's that mrs. burnett? burnett realizes this is going to cost him more. gives him another ten. but for chet it's still not enough.
your children good? mr. lowrey says you got a regular baby factory goin' over there.
now that i think about it, mr. lowrey did mention something about giving you the key.
you know, mr. burnett. i'm getting off in just a few minutes, so.  i could watch the door if you like. you know. in a chair. i could just sit in it. outside the door like cops do when they're guarding shit.
yeah, i was gonna be a cop, you know? just didn't work out. you know? politics.
'morning, mr. lowrey. 'morning, mr. lowrey. burnett grabs lowrey and yanks him toward the elevators.
'evening, mr. lowrey. may i have a word with you? i was thinking that.  maybe i could see your gun. see, we don't allow guns up in the apartments. mr. lowrey usually checks his, here, at the desk with me.  you want me to check yours? burnett pulls his gun. but doesn't hand it to chet. he sticks it in chet's face.
oh, okay. it's just an option. burnett grabs julie's hand and heads for the elevators.
lady, all visitors must be announced.