texts: This is Doyle, Jeff. </s> <s> Tom, I've got something real big for you. </s> <s> Look Jeff, don't louse up my night with another man killer stuffing a grisly trunk that turns out to be -- </s> <s> Listen to me! Lisa's been arrested. </s> <s> Your Lisa?
labels: My Lisa. She went into Thorwald's apartment, and he came back. The only way I could get her out was to call the police.