SCENES

CRIME SCENE: The super

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?