domingo, marzo 08, 2009

No conseguí el dinero, y tampoco la mujer.

“Office memorandum, Walter Neff to Barton Keyes, Claims Manager. Los Angeles, July 16th, 1938.

Dear Keyes: I suppose you'll call this a confession. I just want to set you right about one thing you couldn't see, because it was smack up against your nose. You think you're such a hot potato as a claims manager, such a wolf on aphoney claim. Well, maybe you are, Keyes, but let's take a look at this Dietrichson claim, Accident and Double Indemnity. You were pretty good there for a while, all right. You said it wasn't an accident. Check. You said it wasn't suicide. Check. You said it was murder. Check and double check. You thought you had it cold, all wrapped up in tissue paper, with pink ribbons around it. It was perfect, except that I wasn't, because you made a mistake, just one tiny little mistake. When it came to picking the killer, you picked the wrong guy, if you know what I mean. Want to know who killed Dietrichson? Hold tight to that cheap cigar of yours, Keyes. I killed Dietrichson. Me, Walter Neff, insurance agent, 35 years old, unmarried, no visible scars (he glances down at his wounded shoulder) until a while ago, that is. Yes I killed him. I killed him for money -and a woman- and I didn't get the money and I didn't get the woman. Pretty, isn't it?”

Billy Wilder. Perdición.

2 comentarios:

María Del Rincón Yohn dijo...

Hi, Walter...

Anónimo dijo...

Me ecantó esta película... Me da mucha pena el hombre, Walter Neff por ser un poco insensato...
Hi Keyes...

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