“Yes, I hate to go alone. You know, afterward I love to talk film; to discuss; to critique.” Silent, Karras nodded, then looked down at his large and powerful hands that he was holding clasped between his legs. Moments passed. And then Kinderman asked in a wistful tone of voice, “Would you like to see a film with me sometime? It’s free.” “Yes, I know. You get passes.” “Would you like to?” “As Elwood P. Dowd says in Harvey, ‘When?’ ” “Oh, I’ll call you!” The detective was beaming. “Okay, do that. I’d like that.”
