Tom quotes from Rear Window (1954)

Didn't see the killing or the body. How do you know there was a murder?

Because everything this fella's done has been suspicious. Trips at night in the rain, and knives and saws and trunks with rope, and now this wife that isn't there anymore.

I admit it all has a mysterious sound. Could be any number of things - murder's the least possible.

Well, don't tell me he's an unemployed magician amusing the neighborhood with his sleight-of-hand. Now don't tell me that.

It's too obvious, a stupid way to commit murder in full view of fifty windows? Then sit over there smoking a cigar, waiting for the police to come and pick him up?

Officer, go do your duty. Go pick him up!

Jeff, you've got a lot to learn about homicide. Why, morons have committed murder so shrewdly it's taken a hundred trained police minds to catch them. That salesman wouldn't just knock his wife off after dinner and toss her in the trunk and put her in storage.

I'll bet it's been done.

Most everything's been done - under PANIC. This is a thousand to one shot. He's still sitting around the apartment. That man's not panicked.

You think I made all this up, huh?

What do you need? Bloody footsteps leading up to the door?

One thing I don't need is heckling.

Lars Thorwald is no more a murderer than I am.

You mean to say you can explain everything that's gone on over there and is still going on?

No, and neither can you. That's a secret, private world you're looking into out there. People do a lot of things in private that they couldn't possibly explain in public.

Lisa

Like disposing of their wives.

Get that idea out of your mind. It will only lead in the wrong direction.

What about the knife and the saw?

Did you ever own a saw?

At home in the garage, I had...

How many people did you cut up with it? Or with the couple of hundred knives you probably owned in your life? Your logic is backward.

Lisa

You can't ignore the wife disappearing and the trunk and the jewelry.

I checked the railroad station. He bought a ticket. Ten minutes later, he put his wife on the train. Destination? Meritsville. The witnesses are that deep.

Lisa

That might have been a woman, but it couldn't have been Mrs. Thorwald. That jewelry...

Look, Miss Fremont. That uh, feminine intuition stuff sells magazines but in real life, it's still a fairy tale. I don't know how many wasted years I've spent tracking down leads based on female intuition.

All those trips at night with that metal suitcase. He wasn't taking out his possessions, because his possessions were still up in the apartment...in sections, and I'll tell you something else. All the telephone calls he made were long-distance. All right, now if he called his wife long-distance on the day she left, after she arrived in Meritsville, why did she write a card to him saying that she'd arrived in Meritsville? Why did she do that?

I'll run it down. And we'll get Lisa out...