“Film Noir“

Below,...I can see Richard Widmark getting out of that gigantic Hudson or whatever. He strolls over smiling to the gent peaking in the corner. He smoothly pulls out a .38 roscoe, and plugs the guy six times. He bends over still smiling'n sez, “…da boss sez no dice”. With that he shrugs walks to his Postwar-mobile. Lighting a Chesterfield drives away to have lunch with his favorite skirt at Luigi’s.

"Da Boss sez No dice."