George Raft: Police Lt. Joe Warne

Nocturne

Police Lt. Joe Warne

Police Lt. Joe Warne: I like that alibi. It's round, it's firm, it's fully packed. Only I don't buy it.

Police Lt. Joe Warne: Tell me, uh, why did you kill him?
Frances Ransom: Which one?
Police Lt. Joe Warne: Keith Vincent.
Frances Ransom: Oh, wasn't he supposed to have killed himself?
Police Lt. Joe Warne: We happen to have a different idea.
Frances Ransom: "We" being a certain inspector of police?
Police Lt. Joe Warne: "We" a certain lieutenant of police.
Frances Ransom: Inspector or lieutenant they mean the same thing to me: wrinkled neck tie, messy clothes, big feet.
Police Lt. Joe Warne: I haven't got such big feet.
Frances Ransom: I wouldn't be interested.
Police Lt. Joe Warne: I suppose not... it'd take somebody like Vincent.

Police Lt. Joe Warne: How do you know I'm not a detective?
Miss Madison, the dance instructor: Don't be silly! Who ever heard of a detective with his hat off!

Pat: [trying to push through the apartment door] Well, baby, it's been a nice evening.
Frances Ransom: [holding him back] Why not let it stay that way? Good night!
Police Lt. Joe Warne: [waiting inside apartment] That's as good a block as I ever saw. Ever thought of trying out for the Green Bay Packers?

Police Lt. Joe Warne: He had money, Dolores, a nice house. Only he apparently decided he needed a little more ventilation. So he put a hole through his head.

Police Lt. Joe Warne: Since when are they springin' people like you, Annabell?
Susan Flanders: Seems they were afraid the house would get dirty - what with all the cops and bodies all over the place.

[in his apartment, Joe Warne is shown leaving after his mother has just prepared dinner for him. As he's leaving, he looks at his mother]
Police Lt. Joe Warne: If I'm not back by twelve, mail it to the city jail.
[Joe turns and leaves the apartment]

[at the scene of the death of Keith Vincent, a photographer, Olsen, can be seen speaking with Detective Halberson. At some point, Olsen looks over at someone else in the room. This is Joe Warne]
Olsen - Police Photographer: What do you think, Joe?
Police Lt. Joe Warne: [points at Halberson] Ask Halberson, he's in charge here.
Detective Halberson: [nods] Nice of you to admit it, Joe.

[Joe Warne cab be seen listening to his mother playing the tune that Keith Vincent was writing. After playing it for a few minutes, she looks at the title]
Mrs. Warne: Who's this "Dolores?"
Police Lt. Joe Warne: His gal, I guess.
Mrs. Warne: You talk to her?
Police Lt. Joe Warne: [shakes his head] Not yet.
Mrs. Warne: She might know something. She might have been there.
Police Lt. Joe Warne: She might. She might have stood him up. You never can depend on girls name Dolores.

[Joe Warne can be seen speaking with his mother while the latter is playing Keith Vincent's final composition]
Mrs. Warne: Why didn't he finish it?
Police Lt. Joe Warne: You tell me.
[Joe gets up and walks over to set next to his mother]
Mrs. Warne: Well, why did...
Police Lt. Joe Warne: Suppose I answer all the questions right now. He had money, Dolores, a nice house, only he apparently decided he needed a little more ventilation, so he put a whole through his head, left the prints on the revolver, and powder traces on his hand. You figure it out.

[in his apartment, Joe Warne can be seen opening his bedroom door after hearing the sound of another door opening. He looks to see his mother arriving]
Police Lt. Joe Warne: How much did you lose tonight?
[Mrs. Warne appears surprised and delighted to see Joe]
Mrs. Warne: [smiles] I didn't know you were home, Joe.
Police Lt. Joe Warne: No? What do they got down the beach? All-night bingo parlors?
Mrs. Warne: Well, I won three dollars. Mrs. O'Rourke lost six. The dope. You should be glad you've got such a smart mother.
Police Lt. Joe Warne: How about the eight you lost last week?
Mrs. Warne: That was last week. Come on, I'll blow you to a coke on the profits.
Police Lt. Joe Warne: [smiles] That's good enough for me, Mom.

[Detective Halberson can be seen finishing up his examination of the dead Keith Vincent. Standing nearby is Joe Warne]
Detective Halberson: Let's go, fellas.
[Halberson looks at Warne]
Detective Halberson: You better stick around in case the chief comes by.
Police Lt. Joe Warne: [nods] Okay.

[Joe Warne has just finished speaking with his mother regarding Keith Vincent]
Police Lt. Joe Warne: I'm gonna hit the hay.
[Joe kisses his mother]
Police Lt. Joe Warne: Night, mom.
[Joe stands up and begins to head towards his room]
Mrs. Warne: Good night, Joe.
[Mrs. Warne watches Joe exit the room before she returns to to the piano and begins playing Keith Vincent's last tune]